In the distance I see the ghost
That rises from the filthy cracks
That populate the streets of your dreams.
She stares at me and wonders if I’m thinking of her,
And I smile, the futile half-life smile of Mona Lisa,
non-committal, insincere and false.
The comedy of our existence
is lacking taste and grace,
and in your face I see the questions
seeking something I can’t give you at the moment,
but that I would love to share,
and ghosts or not,
you cannot hide from your despair.
In daily conversations
we speak with frank and open words
and we lie with our eyes,
and we hide
within structures of marble and pain.
C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 02 FEB 2020, Valencia, Spain
(This is sort of flash poetry. It tries to tell the story of an instance in time. It tries to define what happens when someone looks at someone else and kind of smiles. It takes an instance in time but it is still communication)
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