Värvitud sinised linnud

Reconciliation

~~

Free of all the strings that bound me

sailing lost in time at sea.

It's been a while since I've seen you,

I wonder how you've lately been.

Have you read the book I gave you

in the garden late at night?

Or did you skim through all the pages

quicker than the speed of light?

"This is the last of me you'll see,"

is what you had to say to me.

Taking time to hold it in

you placed your hands on the violin.

Whirling in a loony bin,

devotion hot as a deadly sin.

I knew our time was running thin,

still I did not want to let you win.

"Take care, goodbye,"

you added tongue-tied

and wiped away the tears you cried.

It was the last of your strides.

All my tries you brushed aside

no longer were we side by side.

The seats in parks on every street

were vacant as if left in peace.

We used to feel ourselves at ease,

laugh genuine in winter breeze,

until your spark of life appeased,

was taken by an abrupt disease.

The chime of wind out in the dusk

now reminds me of our farewell so brusque.

Embracing the fabric filled with your scent

I accept the final words once repent.

~~