You went to war
And you shot me too
By chance
Was it?
Or did you shoot knowingly,
Knowing that’s the only way you could have stopped me?
Now we both have a hole.
Of bullet.
You in the leg
Me in the heart
You in the flight
Me in the depths
I ignored it and wanted to follow you,
but it was getting bigger and bigger.
One day, I remained more a void
than a human.
Even so, a void behind you.
Or was it following you?
This time, lucid and without flinching
You got your hand on the knife
and you widened the void
Infinitely
Today I am a huge void
Left behind you
I try not to press on your shoulders.
But the void is the heaviest to carry, isn’t it?
I sit and wonder
How can a void be so heavy
that it bends people over?
An infinite void
With a dot
Which no one sees anymore.
Only I know I still am.
A dot. A seed.
The smallest. I fly carried by the wind
A child catches me in amazement
A man plants me patiently
And I know. I’m going to bloom again.
