Say it softly, whisper it gently
the words you ought to say
a sweet serenade
before my deathbed
I will listen to you
like any forgotten cadaver-
like one
of your forsaken lovers
I know no accuracy
as I lived with
vagueness
and ambiguity,
but now,
you're standing before me
shedding beads of tears,
how do I know
that I'm not somebody's tomorrow
(I waited for so long)
like the paradise
I once wished we were into-
alive in a yesterday.
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