Time.
Time is nothing
more than
relationships.
People we
have
and people
we have not.
I lean my
head to the kitchen window
It’s cold
outside
and the
rain
smells like
you
my world is
filled with your absence
your silence
is so loud
and I have
to close my eyes
to see
love
love is
nothing more than
decisions.
Decisions we
made
or not.
I lean my
head to the wall
It‘s cold
inside
and time
has stopped
on you.
painting by William Kentridge
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