The road on which I stand
Unnoticed and silent I watch the clouds gathering
The wind blows into my face
Mixing tears with water
And I think that it’s better that way
I leave the house at dawn
My heart is empty and aching
Indifferent and free I walk among the rays of waking sun
I touch your hand
And when you watch me leaving
I smile for the first time
Eyes full of hope and
Filled with despair
(I try to) relieve the pain
For which I didn’t care
All strings torn and burnt
All songs dull and sung
And I think that it’s better that way
Steps in the rain
Breath instead of words
The last glance through the dirty window
This is my poetry of parting
That makes me cruel, calm and so beautiful
Relief for both of us but not death
Poetry for both of us and no death