When love is gone,
the weight of the world is back,
the waiting on the word is back,
when love is gone

Without air I breathe
under sky too well,
as underwater

When time is past,
the now of the world returns,
the loss of words returns
for only now

Without you I lose
the sky known well,
as underground

When stars converge,
all that’s left is light,
all that is light
remains

Chagall 2019

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