II. Finestrino

April 22, 2015

I thought when we moved here things would be different.
But you are still you, and me, still naive.

As if my perceptions of the future would alter, with which window I lent my gaze.
Our house had changed, my horizons hadn’t. My home was a thousands miles away.

In May, you came home with blood on your shirt.
You tell me this is all for me. You tell me no one was hurt.

My eyes were on your eyes.
I wanted them to move, I wanted you to see, but nothing.

This is my finestrino.
This is where I stay.

6 Comments

  1. elena xtina
    April 22, 2015 at 10:10 pm · Reply

    […] II. Finestrino […]

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  2. mihrank
    April 22, 2015 at 10:14 pm · Reply

    I admit, you have powerful words!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. elena xtina
      April 22, 2015 at 10:19 pm · Reply

      Again- thank you very much. x

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  3. keithakenel
    April 24, 2015 at 9:56 am · Reply

    “Brevity is the soul of wit.”
    You must be genius and I mentally challenged!
    Thanks for the ‘Like’- great reads here!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. elena xtina
      April 24, 2015 at 10:15 am · Reply

      Thank you!!! As cliche as it may be – I seem to write in the manner ‘read between the lines’. I’m glad you found enjoyment here!

      Liked by 1 person

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