I could not understand amiss

Admist nothing and no situation

Where this sadness was born

The linger of a second-hand kiss

All its false loves and adoration

For what tears with no salt mourn

I wondered

Was it intuition 

And why so naturally


The vision

As a heart sank sadly

My hands like the clocks ran circles

Touching everything

To never be the same

©️ The Sad Owl