I look at you

I look at you

and all the faces of {those} men

I have loved since the beginning

become one in you,

as I pour out all my love for you ...

I ponder those faces

and marvel at the years

I have wasted and lost and loved.

Thus I walk over the asphalt,

my mind in the past,

my naked feet remembering their path,

wandering the past ...

I look at you

and commemorate all those faces

my memory has lost before -

will you look at me again?

Will you again remember my name?

I look at you

and all the faces in the world

become one -

what does it matter?

In the future

you will all of you be lost ---

So I commit

my love to memory,

store it for the hunger,

anticipate my future love

- for whom? -

I do not know/ dare not wonder/ do not care. / ...

And when his

time as well is past,

you may return,

as one of the thousand faces

stored in my memory,

committed to love ...

Will you ever again

look at me from the window,

walk down this path to my house?

I commit all my love to memory.

But will it ever be enough -

- will there be any further love after all I have given ... ?

How can I ever love again

- with the same fervent -

how can this/my love last forever?

How can I always love again and anew,

while retaining all of the past

- will not this heart too

one day be drained,

all my love given

and nothing held back -

will there always be another love to give?

How many people can one person love (...)?

Will it not one day be too much

to love them all

again and anew,

naming them all dear,

never leaving anyone behind ...

When will my heart be full?

The well of my love drained?

Who will be the last one to love,

when my heart is shattered

one time to often,

who will be the last

committed to memory? ---

7.4.2016 copyright Lilly Lime