EVENING
Another day is over
and my companion
- like yesterday -
is the tiredness.
I light a cigarette
but soon remembering
that I have never smoked
(I had bought it
from a peddler
who earlier told me
"Good morning...").
Walking to my destination
without paying attention
where am I going to?
Just keep hiding myself
into my own shadows?
Desperately,
I am looking for
a shelter.
Open-armed
the loneliness
welcomes me.
[June, 2005 - Phnom Penh, Cambodia]