Wolkenkratzer | a poem

grief only inflicts the pain that is already there

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I’ve only known you the way I’ve known you

death added its layers to you

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you speak to me as if you’re still alive

I almost forget that you’re buried under a tree

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I’m not interested in ashes

I’m after everything incombustible

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invisibility makes itself known

it tells me that it belongs to me

I know when you are in the same room with me

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the air gets a new physicality

we’re looking at each other

and the only thing I know

is that you are still you