I wear your story inside me

I’d like to eat
your Johannisbeerkuchen again,
with my small feet not reaching the ground

to talk with you
about the times in the past,
with my fingers playing piano
on the old sofa’s greenish blanket

but only left to me is your Bernsteinkette,
hidden for so long in the wooden box
that stands next to the black-and-white photos
which you’ve been once so proud of.

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One Response to I wear your story inside me

  1. Dhyan says:

    Really Like this one. Great title. and I like the feeling of your feelings passing through.

    (should be Black – 3red line from end)

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