No, this ist not some romantic shizzle whizzle. In fact this might not at all be to your liking. What I want is to talk about death. Why? Because death is everywhere even if it doesn’t really exist. Now one might say how can death not exist if there is life. That is exactly the right question. (weiterlesen …)

I’m back again and all alone
where ever you are – you are gone
I miss you between ravioli and an egg
I miss you lying on my bed
I miss you between the door and the hinge
I miss the times when we clinch
I miss you from daybreak on
to my last thought dozing until gone
I just wish you would be here
even if it is for mere
that I can miss you one more time
when one of us is leaving – both reduced to the smallest prime