There is no me without you,
No I.

All there is, is longing,
lonliness.

And wanting,
the endless wait.

Uncertainty...

The rustling of leaves in the dark night,
the sound which echoes when you keep a glass to your ear,
the clear winter night sky, the clean air, specs for stars and the breeze,
and the untamed rustle,
that makes you edgy.

So what happened?
Where did everyone go?
Why so suddenly there is not a soul in sight?
Why all of a sudden is there no hand to hold?
And no lips to share?

Does it make you edgy?
There is no one here,
No arms to get tangled in...
No playful voice to join in in your humming.
Does it make you edgy?