I want it back: that bliss, that shuffling, random bristles, candy wrappers,
Sweet pasta and how you sugared everything
After 5 days of hope, were 3 days of bitterness
Then smouldering silence thrived the afterglow
Only that Sunday still flares
Where the silhouette dissolves
I won’t forget your smile and hug
The town at New Year’s Eve
Still sings the melody of your steps and I sing along
Waving weightless ribbons like words
With leaden templates
Too heavy but
That cold robots' hand was warmer
Those glass eyes in the night were sadder
Deader than artificial flowers
In the concrete garden
I’ve left with hollows
With hollows instead of trees
With memory branches hard to clamber
And in this wood
The loss becomes a path of habit
Then overgrows with indifference
No more the same days to hurt you
And the whole eternity to smooth your wrinkles
No more helplessness that cast you down
And...
All the warmth
Left in a warm coal
Like all suits and ties you're no longer wear
And your strong fragrance slowly fades
The saddest lines never wait to be written
That's the only reason they never die
Instead of us: end up on sides alone
In the same hallways of that long black day
Old man and child before the flooded fields
Old man and child under the fury clouds
If I knew that one would ride the pale horse
I would tight hold his hand
Gratefulness
