My heart fears your departure.
What if you have already left?
Left int the darkness, when I couldn‘t see?
In those busy hours, when I couldn‘t hear?
What if raindrops covered your steps, never to be found?
My heart feels the distance growing.
Never knowing where exactly you are.
Feeling the waves of an ocean between us.
What if you have left the land of waffles, when I dared to blink?
When my sculls were uncovered?
When my raven was watching?
How can I dare to ever close my eyes when my heart insists that there is so much to miss?
That there may be your departure to witness?
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I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…
Of memories and ashes
Once you were thereTwo minutes afterWith coffee and rainI will rememberThe way that we wereThe world has felt whole. Once we were thereIt was a ThursdayWith tea and a smileI will always rememberIt made me forgetThat the world has got holes. I want this to beThe one thingTo hold on toTo fill up the holesWe…
Mistress witch writes 
I can certainly feel this. Stay well, friend.☮️
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Thank you! 🙂
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Absolutely. I hope you’re doing well.
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