good bye Mary
it’s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky
I heard the news that you have given up.
Two years ago
we have been walking past your house
the house I loved so much.
It felt like you had insisted in keeping something
and holding something
tightly and firmly.
I didn’t entirely know what it was
and without ever having met you
I felt strongly bound to your insistence.
Left behind but trying to balance
the absense of your neighbors.
burn baby burn
smell of sulphur hills alive
oxygen for a hundred years
subsiding actively subsidence
cave in cave-inn
with tunnels better than streets
good bye Phil
it’s hard to go away
when all the stars are shining like a fay
I felt the wish of seeing people around your house
walking and wandering around