Berlin

Berlin

Montag, 25. Februar 2013

Loneliness


Loneliness

What does your loneliness give you
that I can not give you?

Why do you drown yourself
in this river of solitude
swallowing down your longing
every night every day
longing for what?
I am here!
You do not see me.

I am a simple soul.
I can not be your golden star.
I want you to look at me,
just once.
I want you to know me
thoroughly.

I see you sitting,
out there
in the dark
in the very back of our garden
every night,
drinking ,
lonely,
the dog by your feet, snoring,
the stars shine upon you
I can not reach you
while your loneliness is like a blanket
for you,
the sky.
I know you will one day
disappear under this blanket.

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