The silence within me

When I listen to myself

it's so quiet

no more that yearning

no more that pain

no more hope

and her inherent disappointment.

Simply: Silence.

As if there was something in me

just let go of the last thread.

He was too old, too worn out,

without ever becoming a seam

between two lives

two hearts,

two flowering paths,

who never became one.

What remains is an astonished sadness.

But she too has faded.

Too often experienced and worn away.

The gaze is no longer forward.

He goes within and seeks without finding.

So this is what it feels like when something that never was passes away.

Image: KB

Text: KB