
I wake up in the sparesome light
I see your face, enjoy the sight
My hand on your chest goes up and down
You will always be my prince wearing his crown
You open your eyes, a look I do not recognize
I shiver – then I realize:
.
I get out of bed and go meet with other
I talk to Chris, I get a word with my brother
I return to my base, but you do not move
What do you want for me to prove
I wait for you to apologize
I am angry – then I realize:
.
You tell me to gather my luggage and leave
I am puzzled, what did I deceive
I search for my suitcase, it’s dusty and old
Reluctant I pack, I don’t want you to scold
I pack and hope, that you will compromise
I am all done – then I realize:
.
The bus is about to departe the station
I have to look again, got this revelation
My backpack is only half full
I have to go back, I will have to pull
So much left behind, why should I prioritize
My pillow, my cover – then I realize:
.
I am still dreaming, the world turning around
I have to live my life and do it profund
You was the one to suddenly leave me
Never again in this life to see
They drove you away
I am the one to stay.
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.
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