Mangoes and branches

The morning comes and I listen well
Today I died

Yesterday I thought of you or about you

 loving only me was easy

the morning comes without you 
Where are you I asked 
I could not kiss myself

But you were there watching me waiting to be loved

And I fell

And the silence could not match you or your thinking

 or my thoughts were gone passed lost

To continue

 makes me....a soup

me ..
as I die
make me think...
of you

 who are you....
makes me drink
another

will it ever stop?
 

 brings me back to my heart ..as  beats a rhythm  ..

asking how
this was started

The mango fell today
stuck in mud
 

Think of the branches alone to the wind

Everyone laughed 
And I died