I know you know

Humbly like the cognition
that he’ll never be your lover
he had to rid himself of any thought of you
He tried to go back to the ease
which he used to posses
and is losing now
seeping relentlessly through his fingers
like air that separates you
Nothing will help
not travel nor wind
not forests nor walks
nothing but the collision of bone and heart
Conversations will not help
they have to stop
and he will go mute
impregnating the silence
No one is allowed to notice
he was ever there
He will turn into stone
timidly like a thought that a place
for those like you exist