i don’t know
which hi will
be the last hi
or which bye
will be the
last bye
which weakening
handshake will
be the last
which hug
the last hug
which look
the last look
which words
the last words


photoand then all
the rest of
the lost will
unfold like
a screeching
moan that
is so silent
and so loud
at the same
time that a piece of me
dies in the pain
and drops to
the ground


but you live
you resurrect
how is it possible
you beat the odds
you prayed the
right prayer

you are still
needed here
you have
to stay alive
and be my
father in the
here and now tree photo



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