Can I still stay for a moment?

Shy, I come closer,

Feeling guilty

I invade your world

Or what is left of it.

A bed,

A chair,

A wardrobe.

The sheets pale as your face,

Your hands wrinkled,

Diaphanous as a parchment,

Your veins draw a map

The roads you have travelled,

Full of potholes and falling,

Hoping against hope,

Rising

            Up

                        Again

                       

                                   Now,

                        Not

Anymore

There is a haze laying upon your eyes,

An image of the other side,

A sea full of waving corn,

Light as yellow

And ripe as the sun that is sowed,

As milk, fresh from the cow’s udder.

A day to harvest.

I know, without you saying it,

I can read it

In the tears on your cheek,

I can hear it

In the breath on your trembling lips.

It’s high time to go,

But I don’t want to leave,

Not yet.

Can I still stay for a moment?

You want to ask me.

All I can do, is swallow my sorrow.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

05/07/2015

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