It is sad to know
so much I would have done
if only you were here,
but there is an empty room
for things are without
meaning now.
I look at them
and that would be perfect
to make a home with,
for interior decor and paint
a dream into reality
but it remains.
For we are not
together in it ; it is not to
impress to meet
but when living together ;
so much we would
have done.
I am so alone
in this world and after it
for I must go
so very far, to the farthest
brinks and reaches
of the stairs. |