There are keys before me
And I wish that they form something
From the black ink.
Because I desperately wish for some absolution
As my emotions have been killed in commotion.
I think that I have run too far
I didn’t see the way in the night.
I have come to the other side of the globe,
Only to find darkness here too.
I am sorry but my legs have given up now,
So I will explode myself into pieces
And collect them when the sun will rise.
I want to fade away like the wind—unnoticed by everyone
Because if I stayed for too long,
I cause hurricanes that wreck everything.
Sadness has welcomed me
And I am foolish enough to go along
Because she has promised me fake eternities.
If I lie lonely on the bed,
She doesn’t complain about my aloofness,
Rather she interlaces her fingers with mine
And sing me a song.
She knows how I used to ardently wish for company
Therefore she is now here with me.
No, she does not call me a pathetic being
Neither has she complained how I boggle her with my mysteries.
Sometimes she presses the keys to write something
Or picks up the charcoal to sketch on ivories
And I let her because I don’t care
Because I think there is nothing I can call mine anymore.
We both smile and smile and smile…..
In each other’s presence till the end of time.