A breath from another world
Now packed away in boxes
Only glimmers and glitter
sporadically remain
.
A season of light and warmth
Ended by time’s relentless wear
Yet the thought stretched it out
Something familiar found anew
.
Our shared style has ended
Your sense of symmetry and color
Replaced by my minimalism
Nordic light and simplicity
.
I grope and falter
Sorting to combine
The bygone days with the future
But I miss your sense of style
.
The boxes are ready
But is my mind and soul?
An energy-demanding time ahead
For me alone.
About the Creator
Henrik Hageland
A poet, a writer of feelings and hope. A Dane and inhibitant of the Earth thinking about what is to come.
A good story told or invented. Human all the way through.
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