New Geometry - Ioanna Gika

Will you return?

The question hangs

Upon a sun that sinks in grief

You look the same but in our eyes:

Something I knew but could not define

I could feel what was coming

In your hesitation

Well, I found the answer

In your hesitation

Well, I found the answer

A tide pulled back

For a voice to break

Everything

A new geometry

I could feel what was coming

In your hesitation

Well, I found the answer

In your hesitation

Well, I found the answer