Sharing bread together as we walk
sometimes I lose you out of sight,
the birds show me where you have been.
I see you limited by what I can,
you watch me and you see the surface,
sometimes our minds meet in a dungeon.
Days go by, we speak but say nothing,
yet, in what is unspoken, I find you.
I now don’t need words to read your mind.
Every word we say means: be here with me,
I don’t want to lose you over death.
We talk to keep track of each other.
I shall always look for the breadcrumbs
that you leave behind on the road;
their meaning in every conversation.