1.
In the dream
by the entrance to your tomb
you stopped me
with the same words, as I myself
had spoken in a dream
where I were dead before you
so I can no longer dream.
2.
Rusty, and on screaming hinges
all the gates, I ever
had seen, heard or described
one by one
closed under the grey sky.
3.
What shall I say about the world
where your ashes stands in an urn
other than this?
4.
On every journey you leave in advance.
On the platform I see your tracks in newly fallen snow.
When the train take its course
You jump out of the hindmost carriage
to arrive at the next station before me.
5.
Outside the small villages with their sleepy streetlights:
stadiums as radiant as capitals.
Your glasses glints under the light.
Where else would you look for the ring
that, the night when the power failed,
rolled under the bed and was gone?
6.
“I do too.”
were my last words to you
in the telephone
when you said you missed me.
I do too, Eternity!
7.
You are gone.
Three words. And not one
of them
now exist in any
other context.
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Submission Name: By the entrance
