Tuesday, December 13, 2011


Living in the air, I fear falling.
My life has no roots anymore.
There are sighted people in the dark whom I can't see.
There are sharp-eared people in the night whom I can't hear.
You had my back, no it's bare.
If I shout for help, no one's there.
But most I miss the Feeling of your presence,
Your voice, your hands, your laugh, the times we shared.
The absence of Ann leaves me abAnndoned.

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