november

november gets at me,
eyes tired of the lamplight;
you’re not much better too.

wait with me until spring
and bed with me, closed curtains.
expect no more than warmth.

warm nothing more but me
and don’t give in to leaving.
november gets at us.

accept. let go. be tired.
condensated under hail
are our frosted windows.

Prayer

I awake and the world starts all over
and everyday I am further from you
and I shall forget so much about us.

where does this leave the almost truth?
I shall remember so much about us.
everyday I shall be nearer to you.
I won’t awake and all will be over.

to be awake and asleep at the same time
to feel the presence of a loss
to have nothing but everything
to know all without knowing one fact.

I awake and the world starts all over
and further away I feel from myself
and closer I feel to my own.

so much lies forgotten in truth
whatever the mind seems fit to tell.

you are alright now
and we had a good time together.

amen