Yesterday the other man
cried bitterly absorbed by
solitude of his blue eyes
Today I smile warming
charmingly (hiding cowardly
in the depths of nowhere
above the clouds under
the sky) people who know not
(do not want to know) about
the clash of storm and light
while stillness remains intact
Yesterday the other man
jumped from the bridge only
to be welcomed by gentle
perishing touch of river god
who gave him his life
(even though death was asked)
Today I fold my freshly dried
clothes and hide them on
the highest shelf never to be found
Yesterday the other man
ran and disfigured his soul
to not understand love’s call
Today I try to find something
I lost but forgot what it was
just roaming through back alleys
with hope for touch (but it
is already far too long)
Yesterday the other man
lied in my bed and through
closed eyes he saw woman beloved
in flowery dress with silent hair
barefooted luminous and fair
his dreams betrayed him once again
for in the morning she was never there
*Today I wake up alone
afraid to die
not knowing how to live