Poem: Waving hands

Waving hands

Amid things
There was you
Waving your hand
In the water
Like a fish
Swimming in between chapters
Of a tangled story
Of beginnings and endings

Amid things
I was there
Waving my hand
In the wind
Saying goodbye to my old me
Memories passing by, crossing a busy street with trucks and motorbikes
I stood there thinking about love
But the honking shocked me and made me jump

Amid things
There was that woman and that man
And then another woman and then another man
They were waving their hands in water and air
Depending on the angle, it could be a hello or a goodbye

I guess every little thing is exceptional, especially amid sadness
When your skin crawl into your heart, and you feel that you can’t breath
Actually, it’s one of those women or those men
That instead of waving their hands
They are trying to choke you

Published by Cherry Adam

Moody experimentalist. Hypersensitive & Noir moments Poetry, Essays & Sound Experimentation Freelance Music Journalist

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