7 September 2017

questions in the dark

it was in a classroom 
that I was writing
a poem.
the light vanished
leaving the world 
a void. and once,
M. laughed
from behind me
like old times.
I could not understand
the questions

perhaps because I was
not listening.
I still think
M. knew, in her tender wisdom,
and that she was laughing
at me, or with me.
the thought makes me 

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