YOU TURN AWAY FROM THE WINDOW

You turn away from the window.

That is something I must stand.

Crows fly behind you,

but you notice nothing.

You wait for your voice to come back,

while silence blazes

and pain bursts between us.

You will die, you will die.

What about these blind palms

that are burning out slowly, in secret?

I dare not tell you

that I will die.

Eternity will split

and bewildered I will stand

torn apart by these two

who are laughing low now.

You turn away from the window.

To write down these words it takes time.

It was yesterday, long ago,

when I saw you for the last time

turning away from the window.

Ever since this room has been falling into darkness.

And I spell out that awful lie

that splinters the blood

and makes time fall on its knees.