NEXT/ NOSTALGIA
I am burying bits of me in the hearts
of all those who love me,
for you I am preserving the heart.
There can never be a next after you.
In you I will pour myself to such depth
that you may lose yourself but never me.
They have a word for the endless evenings,
those entwined fingers, those entangled eyes,
those words and sweet nothings,
every passing moment will become our past
and sum up as nostalgia.
That strange sweetness of our gone lives.
So when I leave this world and go to meet my Lord in the next life,
I shall beg him to grant me this bag full of nostalgia.
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