Wishing
I wish that I
could write a song.
My soul is longing
for a bit of music.
It’s been like…
half a year, right?
I have been
struggling, and I have been losing.
I wanted to forget
but didn’t quite succeed.
My memory would
not give up that easy.
Some things were
left behind, abandoned and dismissed,
Unspoken of – and
that might be the reason.
Uncertainty still
lingers in my mind,
Disquieting,
disturbing kind of feeling.
One has it when no
answer would be right
Because the riddle
has a multitude of meanings.
I wish that I
could ask. I wish I could respond.
That would relieve
me from the heavy burden.
We both would
know. We both would understand.
We would have
banished the malicious warden
That stands
between us since the winter day
When I had told you
that you should pursue your way,
That brings
uneasiness and tenseness when we meet,
Reminding us of
what we said and did.
Then I would know
that we’d settled all the matters
And there is no
issue left behind.
Maybe you also
would be feeling a bit better,
And this affair
will be lost in sands of time.
08.09.2016