Rainy Saturday

Can the rain wash my thoughts,
sadness?
Can it make my mind clearer,
my head to understand,
my eyes to see through the tears?

What can a rain do
on a Saturday's afternoon?
It's just another rainy
Saturday without you.

Marc

Silent voice has whispered in my ear
but when I finally heard it, it was too late.

Soft lips had kissed my cheek
but when I finally realized, it was too late.

Dry hands had hugged me
but when I finally felt the warmth, it was gone.

Tired look has looked at me with bright eyes
but when I finally looked back, it was over.

A whisper,
Everything is finished
Marc is dead.

I love you

I.
I love you
when you're real and honest
When you are tired of the long day you drew
and just want to feel
what a good sleep is.

II.
I love you
when you read out loud
with your deep voice, soft lips,
memories from your past.

III.
I love you
when you look into my eyes
and smile,
without saying a word.

IV.
I love you
when you are here
and I can hear you breathing
heavily, alive.


V.
I love you
when you talk about your childhood
full with Passion and excitement,
when you are nearly fragile

VI.
I love you
Perhaps I love you still,
But what difference does it make
If you are no longer alive?

The image

I try to wash the image,
I try to flush it down the drain.
I use soap and water,
But it doesn't go off.

I try to forget the image
That cannot be forgotten,
Try to make it disappear,
Against all odds.
Nothing works,
The image is stuck in my head
The image will stay there forever-
Your image

If you say so...

If you say so,
I believe you,

But honestly,
it ain't easy
to keep falling aftet you

Hallways

I think I love you
Or maybe it's just your new glasses