Who are you, my love?
are you out there
wishing for me, too?
are you also afraid
I don’t exist?
have you made peace with loneliness
like I did?
Where are you, my love?
are you out there
searching for me, too?
do you say no more than yes
these days as well?
and have people started to look like shadows
to you yet?
How are you, my love?
are you hopeful and wishing for passion
as you blow me out every year as your intention
on yet another birthday candle?
Are you on your way, my love?
because I’m running out of reasons to keep on dreaming.
I’m running out of love to keep on giving.
It’s time you hurry back home to me,
my love.
A.P. Bastian 