I can't even find the matches,
or the damn lighters, to
light the candles.
Darkness then on the grave
that shouldn't exist,
on this of all days.
Like your worries
I discounted, the phone
I didn't see, there on the table.
Apt.
Cursed are those
who beget fools.
17.12.2017
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