leaves me cold, those touches
Endlich aber gar ich nach.
I could not let the wind go.
maybe i have lesser things to say.
maybe i just don't want more

I received a letter today, dated 51 years ago.
I opened the letter and read it.

"I will see you at the usual place, where bubbles and steel co-exist"

She waited 50 years at the usual place. She died the following year.
I woke up 51 years later. I slept for the past 51 years ago.

leaves me warm, those pieces of papers Endlich aber gar ich nach. I could not let the trees go. maybe I lived to meet you. maybe I live to leave you.

I received a letter, dated today, with a stamp that was not chopped.
I opened the letter and there were no words written.
it was warm.

leaves me lukewarm, the blue transparency,
Endlich aber gar ich nach.
I could not let the pen go.
maybe you are all I could write to
maybe you are all I could write about.

I didn't receive a letter ever since.
I open my letter and it is empty.
I begin to write.
and I realise...I am writing letters that I will never send.
I disappear behind the words.
but somewhere, you are there; always there.
hold me when I wake.

but you can't.