“I made endless cups of tea.
should have remembered
they were not there for me but for him, for themselves?
a moment alone
to look after his youngest
not sure if he heard
it’s not about me.
I made endless cups of tea for anybody who would drink
too polite to decline
they cried on my shoulder
in the second row”
“Do you live for the living or for the dead?” I asked myself.
We lit a candle instead of going to church to mourn with the others, left behind.
I said I should go, for them, not for him, not for me. Is that a good enough reason?
For me, for you?
I celebrate in my thoughts your life and the positive influence it has had. Has.
But when that is gone then maybe it is time to move on.
Not dwell on the past, the what if’s, the what could have been’s, the if only’s.
To celebrate what we have right now.
Sometimes that includes sorrow.
But that is fleeting.
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Nach dem Lesen möchte man jemanden umarmen, dann umarmt man ihn.
Denn das Gelesene ist sehr schön, tief-schön!