I look out the window of my soul

I no longer see your face hiding there

how many days have passed

since the shadow of your soul

has left my mind?

my heart spills over, and, oh!

how the tears fall unexpected on this tired face!

will this relief last


are you mocking me with your disappearance?

what images await my soul

now that the stranger


missing in action

my heart rejoices while my soul

cries for more

– my soul! –

written 29 January 2012