Can I think your thoughts?

I hid my illness ineptly,
Hiding behind a ridiculous quarrel.
Unclear - everything is clear,
If the morning is like an ambulance.
If there is a sunny fragment in the sky -
The spool on the heavenly porch.
If the stars are purple at midnight
Like crumbs on a crumpled tablecloth.
I did not ask too much,
She died, so that someone could stand it.
Fear of violence,
But I hurried with a control shot.
Renounce yet not trying,
I will tenderly think your thoughts ...

And the words I choose are special,
Shielded by a common thirst.

15/01 /2018