The way to home was long.
I walked but someone stopped.
Someone forced me to slow
down pace to speed up time.
Attempts to fight were vain
and I gave up indeed.
I walked the usual way
in darkness cramping grid.
I walked and thought of you.
The sky threw rare snows.
They fell and melt on nude
cold skin, turning to drops.
Dark cars were driving close.
I rose wet eyes at them
and there was one, which hold
your numbers under lamps…
Wet snows were falling slow.
Someone slowed down the time.
Someone wanted to show
the sky is still with us…
Thea, 20.11.2024
Someone
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