We will try to cheer up ( Draft )

When we meet

We should no more talk about the sad weeks

It is only compressing the solid bones of my skull

Rubbing the pen deeply lodged in our heart

It only fills my eyes with this salty water

My wound won't heal

So, please,

We will talk instead about our fantasies

The white house you lived in, its peculiarities

The affection your grandmum had for lilies

Reminding us the lessons we should keep

The words we shall repeat

What it takes for a man to dream, still

Back against the wall

Steep cliff, deep well

Whisper into my ear

We can do this

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hey everyone, I hope you are well, I would really like to have your critics on this poem, about anything that can make it better, I would really appreciate that, and I will definitely return the favor in the future.