Is this it, are you gone?
Will we meet again?
What a battered cliche, a shallow song!
It does not matter if we meet
Only that we see each other, speak!
Do you still read the words I write?
An instant of my mind personified-
I am intertwined-
Caught in you.
I will not give up the fight-
My heart is torn apart in the thorny night-
Your abysses of light…
Repeating, disorientating thoughts-
My heart again! My mind also!
Ripped by the distance between us-
Shouts in the night-
My soul dripping red moonblood!