Jon Beinart (Australia) - Open Wide, 2010 Paintings: Oil on Canvas
he said it’s not the same, and I knew instantly he meant lonely.
time the inevitable.
his words slowly sank in me, gathering dark at the bottom.
I kept quiet, and the silence brewed its bitter taste in my mouth.
But I couldn’t spit it out, because it was too cruel to him,
and to me.