she is nowhere
and everywhere
such as i thought
God was watching
over me when i
was a small child.
Her presence, she said
is the highest form
of love.
then what could mine
ever be?
she could say
all what she didn't want,
but not wanting
was her only way.
so who am i
to disturb these
calm circles
on the water?
me, i am a simple man
and i cannot grasp
detachment,
i need wood to burn
in my home
when it is cold
and a kiss
when i am ill.
it is not words
driving me away
but the lack of warmth
and my frozen skin.
God may allow her
to be as she is,
i will remember
her essence
which i tasted
as honey and vinegar
biting sweetly
in my soul
and nobody holds me,
so.
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