I start the paths we used to walk together, now in solitude
I sit in the grass we’ve enjoyed some picnics in, now starving
I watch the movies we laughed about, now crying
I lay in the bed, where we cuddled to keep ourselves warm, now shivering
I swim in the pools we felt so free, now encapsulated
I go to the club, where we first kissed, now starting a fight
I visit the beach, it was our first vacation together, now unable to swim
I looked forward to prosperous spring, now despising everything that grows so peacefully
I reread the book you presented me, now with a nostalgic melancholy
I eat our favorite spicy dish, now tasteless
I go to a concert of that band, now closing my ears with the palm of my hands as they play our favorite song
I inhale good clean air, now wishing to suffocate
I see your favorite flower growing in the woods, now stamping on it
You left and scratched that piece out of my heart
Without love there is no beauty, no life
People tend to shut themselves in, when they’re broken
Now it’s different, because it happens more than ever
© Pascal Schlag 2023-09-01