Listening diary: Injustice

Maybe you can read my words,

full of sadness and disappointment…

But you won’t be able to wipe away my tears,

because they don’t belong to you,

as I never did…

You will no longer feel my hugs,

neither my laughter nor my goodbye…

You won’t miss my arrivals,

neither my going nor my voice…

Far will your tenderness remain,

your kindness, your injustice…

Angry like this window…

full of spanking and acedia…

I won’t have your gaze,

but you will never feel my love again…