By Isabell Svenska
Date: 9 March 2001
Quiet
It’s still
I’m quiet
I’m missing something
Someone
It feels so shallow, so deserted, so destitute, so empty
Like a bird without its feathers
Like I’m alone
and I can’t scream out loud
like I’m naked in a field and everyone is laughing
I feel exposed
I feel vulnerable
I feel alone
I can still see his face
But it is not with me
He was my best friend
He was my lover
Until I beheld him in the arms of another
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