
Sit beside me
while I sleep.
Put your hand into my soul.
I do not not where it is.
Maybe you would have to find it first
before we can start with anything.
But finding this soul
I think
would be a start in itself.
In my dreams, become the air
that insists on not letting me fall
when I try to jump to my …
You know what I want to say,
right?
Don’t let me complete such sentences.
Help me find
what I have lost
to my grief.
Maybe in what I have lost
lies my will to live,
lies my hope to love you better.