I am with you right here, right now.
And as days became weeks, became months, became years…
I was with you right here, right then.
People were walking the round path encircling the clearing while passing by the benches
Always coming back to where they started.
It’s funny how a circle is supposed to neiher have a beginning nor an ending
Because in fact both is just the same:
The cut somewhere in a life
A gap between two chapters of a story
So it was when you left me and I sat on this particular bench – our bench – that a couple passed by. Holding hands and exchanging a smile as genuine and honest as we did
Right here, right then did I break out in tears.
My heart felt empty yet at the same time full of hurt, full of pain, full of sadness
And – never mind – full of this feeling
As if I was nothing but lonely
Even though there were all those people hanging around our favourite place
Enjoying the peace like we used to…
Like we won’t ever again
Like WE isn’t WE anymore
But a ME and a YOU and a NOT
So I sat there until – one by one – the people returned to their respective homes
Maybe they would cuddle underneath a soft, fluffy blanket
Maybe they would exchange a mocking peck with one another
Maybe they would do all the things we won’t anymore.
You left me
And this feeling
I wish I could cut you off
So you wouldn’t haunt me in my dreams and memories.
But I can’t.
This experimental mixture of poem and supposedly-narration was inspired by „TheDailyPost“.