I want it back: that bliss, that shuffling, random bristles, candy wrappers, 
Sweet pasta and how you sugared everything 
After 5 days of hope, were 3 days of bitterness 
Then smouldering silence thrived the afterglow 
Only that Sunday still flares 
Where the silhouette dissolves 
I won’t forget your smile and hug 
The town at New Year’s Eve 
Still sings the melody of your steps and I sing along 

Waving weightless ribbons like words 
With leaden templates 
Too heavy but 
That cold robots' hand was warmer 
Those glass eyes in the night were sadder 
Deader than artificial flowers 
In the concrete garden 

I’ve left with hollows 
With hollows instead of trees 
With memory branches hard to clamber 

And in this wood 
The loss [bad word] a path of habit 
Then overgrows with indifference 

No more the same days to hurt you 
And the whole eternity to smooth your wrinkles 
No more helplessness that cast you down 
And... 

All the warmth 
Left in a warm coal 
Like all suits and ties you're no longer wear 
And your strong fragrance slowly fades 

The saddest lines never wait to be written 
That's the only reason they never die 
Instead of us: end up on sides alone 
In the same hallways of that long black day 

Old man and child before the flooded fields 
Old man and child under the fury clouds 
If I knew that one would ride the pale horse 
I would tight hold his hand 

Gratefulness