waiting
knowing you will be gone
but when, for how long
will you be here with me, helping
watching and telling me what to do
unpredictable your death will be, maybe
i should ignore it and live life like everyone else
to make sure you've felt no different from the world
and had a wonderful life.
missing
in advance your voice, the touch of your hand
on my head as a child, the warmth of your skin
tears fall down from my eyes and I take a deep breath.
imagining life without you is impossible, emptiness
and darkness surround me.
I hold your photograph to my chest
you are still here.
Laatst gewijzigd op 19-03-2006 om 13:57.
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