You were always present here

Even if just as a blur figure,

Even when I wasn’t aware

About if I met you and when and where.


I never would have guessed, even in my dreams.

That it was your name that my soul screams

When it and my heart yearned to feel relieved

And free from the hurt it felt for the deceased and by being deceived.


Even when your spiritual figure

Stood before me clearer,

You looked completely different

From how I remembered your appearance.


When I was figuring things out,

You stood tall and stout.

I am glad to make you proud.

It’s us what all of this is about.


I had to wrack my brains to guess.

There come times when that becomes dubious.

Even letters barely made it any more clear

That you become aggressive if my eyes fill with even one tear.

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