"I searched for you,
so long, so hard,
The Earth itself
began to look like you.
So great was my desire for you
That I named after you
Each one of my belongings.
Are you for real?
Did I invent you?
Perhaps this way it's better
Maybe,
as one by me invented,
the longest you shall stay with me
the longest will it take
for me to hate you
the hardest shall I hurt,
should I,
by chance, exchange you
for another,
be it for just the briefest moment..."
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"When are you coming?
When I am gone and my last
steps echo from afar?
When will you join me?
When between four walls
your lonely evening traps you?
When will you notice me?
When looking down,
I walk by you,
my head on someone
else's shoulder resting?
When will you beckon me?
When you see
that you have lost me,
me - distant, estranged, foreign?" |