Loving you as a bystander

Hey, it’s me. 

I revisited old haunts in your familiar street 

They look like consecrated boxes 

Once again, I’m present, striding over a past riddle. 

Ghosts, our old haunts, lifeless 

I turn left, and I get into the old market

by the table with the checkered tablecloth

quietly, my airy body is deposited on the torn chair

And I drink their cheap wine for the good health of spirits

Heil to ghosts, they stand like a single certainty in this thing called life.

And there is nothing heavier than the trashbag I carry 

My pain repels many

It repels you, my single only savior,

My will for life

You hear my trembling in this heat; my teeth are grinding.

While you overrun me, I catch you by 

A persistent  whisper, a bowed head

keeping the tears inside 

That way, we sat down one night when you told me how you would miss me.