The black box Deep deep inside of me is a black box. So deep I don’t feel it. No one can see, No one can understand. Slowly time passes and I forget, I smile, I laugh, I talk as if it is not there. Dust builds up, Cobwebs build up. And it is time to …
What did we leave in ICU 2 A kindle, A power cord, Clothing, Size 16 shoes, Bits of his skin and hair, The last memories, The last words, The last laugh, The last smile, Had we left him? His memories, his dreams? My heart can be found in ICU2
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