A year gone, there's emptiness
in the rooms where you gave
company when you felt
you needed some,
where the windows had to be closed
and are now open in summer
as you can't make a daring jump
to the world waiting outside,
front door open often now
when you can't run away
to some adventure
that could have ended in the mouth
of the fox or the lynch.
So now I hear the rain beginning
from the open window,
behind the window whose glass
would separate your gaze
from all that intrigued
you behind the walls
that were your world.
If there is something beyond,
there's freedom to wander,
go the wide world and no teeth
of fox or lynch will catch you.
14.07.2025
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