Age is losses multiplied by betrayals, they say.
Every time a dear one goes
An emptiness is closing in,
More and more empty spaces
Until you are standing alone
There's no reason to stay,
No reason to fight anymore -
But memories, fragile like butterflies
Will console your embittered soul
By just sitting in silence
On the letters you've kept
All these years.
Don't remember the dates or names,
Just the way how your heart had died
And was resurrected – to die again
And you're left with the butterflies
To forever be chasing
In pursuit of eternal redemption...
13.1.14 Frankfurt