When did we change?
When did we change so much,
that I cannot remember us,
even now, when we touch?
When was the breaking point
between the „we“ and
you and I?

I look at you, into your eyes,
and I see no more stars, nor feel I butterflies,
but this empty feeling in my heart.
What are we now,
What is it;
should we go back the start?

I brush through hair,
silky, blonde strands shining
underneath some golden air.
in the himid atmosphere,
I feel a trace of bittersweet, dark
despair for the desire of the
nostalgia between the past us.

The sun rises and the moon sets,
but it’s not the same without you.
The sun cries, leaves showers of tears,
while the moon screams in dignity,
without any fear.

plants now grow with shaky stems,
vibrating after every little step I take,
without you in a new, wide realm, I
hope for life and love without any mistakes,
though I believe that might not be what
faith has made us breathe of.

The last time I saw you smile,
by just looking at me, has been a while.
we rotate on earth with such speed,
though non of us can notice nor feel it.
Is that what the end feels like?
quickly passing by,
with such high speed so no one can see?
Was that why we didn’t believe to feel,
As our world had started crumbling down
underneath our feet?

© Dorothea.S