The day you left, I found myself on a cliff
I was tired and scared
The wind was blowing my coat
I was standing on a cliff
And I couldn’t recognize the sea
It was winter in Ireland.
The day you left
I couldn’t recognize you anymore.
I put my hat on and turned my back to the past
I pulled a shadow costume over my shoulders
So that you couldn’t recognize me anymore.
The day you left
I saw a smile freezing on your face
It was very cold in Ireland
That winter.
poem, painting and verbal poetry- Laura Livia Grigore
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