Causing rain as a sudden death on those who still remain,
While she slowly walks on her tendentious path towards the Unknown.
Am I the luckiest to watch her fade and bloom like a forgotten rose?
Or she chose me to be her partner in what narrow-minded people call
“Unconditional love”?
Wish I could write obsessively, with maddening hunger,
Creating manuscripts trampled by time like falling leaves,
While she’s only observing the greener grass in the neighbourhood…
Instead I stayed silent watching myself wither one step at a time,
‘till I unwillingly started to fathom:
She covered herself with fog and disappeared in the unrevealing night.
My mind stopped as I felt relief knowing-
She’s not coming back.
I’m the one who’s left to bring back the light.
Tasnádi Nóra XII. H
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