Homesickness

this is the morning

I always were afraid for

lost somewhere

singing and hearing the echo

of a lonely heart



it was purely, an act of love

but still not the truth

when I looked you in the eyes



as sad thoughts

left alone in memory



maybe we can even talk

about the meaning of life

and do what we must do

before you are gone forever



before I never see you again.



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O awake for days

loneliness allows stupid thinking

amount wrinkles you could caress

because what is left of love.