soon

the day is coming in
through the blind in stripes
over your body meandering
like snakes of light.
: but these snakes are no ties
to hold you by my side :

the suitcase yet open
your toothbrush still there
your scent around me
your hands in my hair.
: but the ticket on top
of a pile on a chair :

soon
far too soon
you will rush downstairs
soon
far too soon
you will be on your flight

I`m taking my time
to deepen the day
counting the dark spots
where your skin is pale
: all these spots are
placed so well :

soon
fare too soon
you will take them away
far too soon
you will be on your flight

©1982/2008 brigitta fischer