You built the world around you like a catacomb.
Broken dreams and lost hopes washing up on your doorstep.
I sit on the stairs in front of your open house and
Wait for you, loving you, looking for your face in the
Open window, the sound of past days, the memory of
Your expression enhanced by the green shadow of a tree,
Dancing on your skin.
Slowly you cut the ties with the world, everything done
A bit too often every single time, known by heart, the air
Burst out. I stare at all the bathroom objects that you left behind.
The scent of your soap on your skin, the red-framed
-I never knew the colour before-
Glasses around your eyes, full of water, loneliness, resignation
And love. You gave all you could give, I never comprehended
Everything that went on in your mind, I wish I could have
Opened you up, alleviate your burden, but you were
A master-burier.
It broke my heart, the black ribbon across your face,
The weather changing, the grey mistiness that we walked through,
And I thought about the life that I live, how time became sparse
Between us, how we seemed to move in different directions,
And I have always missed you, I felt like I couldn’t let you go.
Sometimes I think it’s not true, a woman like you, never dies.
A woman like you lives on forever. Stays with me. You’re in my dreams,
My mind evokes you and at the same time it tells me that all we have
Is the past. But I wake up every day and sense you next to me.
Now, that your room is inhabited by someone else.
Now, that somebody else lives in your house.
Now, that you are the air that I breathe
And you look at me, as I fall asleep, the sun shining on
Your gemstones, I think of you, bittersweet, and I’m at home.
Croque-Melpomene 