ALONE, FACING THE NIGHT

To P. R. C.

1

You have gone, flown

to the sad, distant spring

and here, alone, I face

the falling snow and the dark.

2

When you came, you said

I have so many dreams.

When we made that final trip,

you said: Haven't you done enough already?

and I saw them all, like delicate ornaments,

broken in my hands, your dreams.

3

I miss that girl who came here,

I said, in a moment of desperation

between the arrival in winter

and the departure as winter came.

I miss her too, you answered,

and that was worse than any cursing word.

4

A winter night

now encloses me,

but more than from the chill

I quake from your distant silence.

05.10.2019