The meaning of life is not to be discovered
Only after death in some hidden
Mysterious realm
On the contrary,
It can be found by eating the succulent
Fruit of the Tree of Life
And by living in the here
And now as fully
And creatively as we.

Cause I am your Sun
And you are my *Moon

I made her feel wanted
when SHE was in need.

Please, never believe when I say
*I'm Okay" while smiling.

The words you said to me
couldn't set me free.

I'm stuck with writing poems just to forget what we really were about
Words are bringing me so deeply insane
And I don't think I could look myself again.

So I write this poem to you for the last time
I don't think any words to rhyme
Cause my heart sinks into
Thinking the day spend without you.

My permanent concealer to this persisting pain after you left.