There’s no sunshine when your gone- by Juan M.S

There’s no sunshine when your gone

to uncharted territories without a visa,

in a zigzag pattern while you dance

alone to some monotonous jazz,

the greatest single of a band that

upsets the party in the living room

and make the lamp lights go off,

while my glass of water is half empty

and a shark sinks its teeth

in my memory of you.


I'm a writer born in Argentina, but currently living in Poland. I work as an English and French teacher, translator and copywriter.

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