II. On Mars
March 14, 2025 at 5:34 AM
Notes:
With love and gratitude to my girl, for everything she has done for me.
“Are you alive or existing?”
I’m lost, I’m scared as child
I can hardly remember those mornings
When at me you happily smiled.
I don’t want to wake up thinking
That I wish not to get up,
Walk to the kitchen uncertainly,
Put coffee into the cup,
And suddenly very clearly
Realize that I want none of this:
This coffee, or kitchen, or city
Where so strongly I miss
You, although I boldly asserted
That love nothing more than a fable.
And now, even though it is stupid,
Your photos I keep on my table.
And, I’m sure, we’ll meet in the future,
But maybe, only on Mars,
One day, on thirtieth of February,
I’ll finally cry in your arms.