We created a way of saying farewell
which will not be it,
even on the wings of the plane.
It is never written: departure.
Suitcases get picked up
from endless conveyor,
but they came back.
They always come back.
We parted in panic,
already after our first meeting.
The more we parted
the more we got together.
I will leave while we float
in the overlap of boundaries
of all unexpected.
I will be strong,
stronger than both of us,
and leave all of me
in you, your heart,
your thought and your body.
We are going to part without farewell,
without parting,
disillusioned,
panicked,
on the border stepped over
which unsuspectedly
returns us to us…
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