The question unravels a multitude of answers
And I don’t know whether they are entwined
Whether they influenced each other
Or whether one thing led to another
Or were they all detached, was it really that simple,
Was there only one answer, one tipping point?
I felt your loss head to toe and then some
But I want to live, this death is an ugly thing
That bombed its way into my heart
Wordlessly
Scratched my throat open
Everywhere I am looking for you
Your language, still
This is me in this world still
I am human, a form still
So I will ask and I will answer
You run through me
I let you in, I let you go
We leave and say hello
And yet the horrendous happened
That tries to live in my gut now
But I will eradicate it and mould it anew
According to who you were, who you are,
The sheer beauty of you, within without,
That I carve out to accompany me
Because it doesn’t want to torture me
Endlessly
It wants to give me life
It wants to give me love
Continue us
This death was an ugly thing with a million facets
And weights and wrinkles
I won’t create and attach more monstrous heads to it
It needs to live reformedly
Your energy matters most
Was it impulse, was it planned,
Was it both, I won’t know,
And you don’t want me to,
Does it matter, yes and no,
I have you here, not the ego,
But what we both were right before we were born
And always will remain.
Croque-Melpomene 