Truly separated

for the first time

each is going

his own way in life

or that’s what it seems

on the surface


While writing these words

I feel your lack

an emptiness inside

I can’t reach to you

not with my poems

nor with my paintings

not with my thoughts

nor with my heart


You exist, you still exist

That’s the only thing I know for sure

And we are bonded

related by an invisible string

Each walking in his own forest

our steps are mirrored

on two distant paths

that will meet someday