How much farewell is left?
It slowly becomes quiet around me
the rooms empty
the echo of farewell swallows time
the sun shines blamelessly throughout the day
the pain, it does not want to free itself yet
it paralyses all emotions because it is so unreal,
although not unexpected it came.
Again a soul moves into the kingdom
of memories and fills it with colourful
images of the past.
In dreams everything is within reach, the illusionary impressions.
As realistic as flaming mirages
with every blink of the eye there is wistfulness,
paired with past pleasures.
From afar my friend,
my prayer embraces you
in the sigh of loss.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 10/04/2020.