No. 48

A few days ago, I started remembering my old journeys,
the voices that pushed me to the chaos of  my yesterdays.

Routes that had been arranged a long time ago,

from those who think that nothing ever goes.

I used to watch them always rushing,

for the train, the ship, the plane.
Needed something to grab on, I guess.

And even if I was too shy to speak,

I never really understood what they were trying to find in that haste.

They all had come across my spots and nights.

But not even one could stand my crazy fights.

So, the other day, I went back to my past,

wondering like a random passer-by.

Forgotten, there I starred at my first "why?".

And then the answer came to me straight.

And all those gazes that had passed in front of us

what were they, if not a pause in our loneliness?

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