I remembered I felt

No purpose

Surrounded by a neglected glance,


                                     Take a look at me,


And see the moment

Before I asked myself


                                    What had I lost?


His eyes

Were remarkably cold

and heavy as an ax

His lips


I remembered them, but I can’t explain


He inspired neither love nor fear,

Just uneasiness


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