The life of two

father and son on the sea shore
What is left?

I came only to look for me,

– tiny broken pieces of a splintering soul,

reflected by the moonlight above.

Like goblets of fire,

They cling to my eyes,

leaving a little space for tears.

In that small empty space – what I found

– was the greater me.


If I pay with flowers and libations,

will I take all of you with me?

After all it’s what is left of myself.


These racing heartbeats tell different,

why the blood in my veins flows double.

It’s for the life of two” they say;

– me and myself.


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