A very long time ago
I created my time
I created my window
All I saw
Was my time
Seeing only what was
Within was my soulmate
It was my time
This was all I saw
I had love
I had compassion
I had passion
I saw my soulmate
Only what was
Within my time
Did I see
When my time window
Was emptied by one
With my soulmate
My time then changed
Faded memories
Appeared slowly
I saw new beauty
After the omission
I had new passions
I searched for new love
A fog was removed
Seeing beauty
Not seen before the omission
Kept me
That way
When does this come to an end?
In-between your foe and my friend,
apathy checks us in,
as its picnic's about to begin.
And I never misheard you, did I?
Yet you're not able to explain.
This time window I look through is dirty
and remains so after the rain.
I inwrap myself into spring sun rays
as the youngsters skateboard by.
And the only thought that is staying
is the painfully pulsing "why?"
You see, runners remind of him,
and the cars coloured gold or stone,
wine bottles on the shelves of the shops -
haunting objects, being hard to control.
So next time just let me mishear.
And greet apathy in advance.
Since I know for a girl like me -
no dice after a likely chance.
30.04. 2014
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