what we used to do:

fall
half asleep in cars,
eyes fixed
on shadows passing

scenting what is now
longing
for it to last
for now and ages

floating on song
as wind on
summer nights

and taking
in what comes

our way
we live
we ride
and leave.

and tonight
we write for those
we cannot name
yet
but we love
minor things we
do

as writing

as in smoking
in the dark
we float once
more
and know that,
what we are,
they will adore

in sleep and song
and everlasting music.

i open eyes
to worlds unseen.
i follow
as you -hollow-
take a lead.

i use you
to discover,
you keep me
for your sake.

united we
are cats at night,
scratching,
crawling
leeping -gone

to push ourselves
in bed like
this

that
ever empty, yes.

i have greater
eyes
and cannot beat
you
as, oh dear,
there is your pleasure
in sweeping
young blondes
off their feet.

how you'd want
to be between

and run
at times
when needed
- now.

i overthink
and do again,
refeel these long
lost fingers
hands
as warm
as Sea
used to be
to me
over twenty years
ago.

you fill me,
dearly,
as with ease
and unexpected poison.

stick
with me
for hours,
days

as you

we come
near finish lines,
unnoticed,
we'll let go

of woods
and what was in it.
tall stories
rusted trains
and leaves
to kick
unbroken

i come to
your shelter
to fleet

i crawl up
between fires
miss them
haunted words
and smokes,
forsaken
in these lands.

words cannot do
enough
to speak and say
how i love

what i like in
being away,
to you
near you
in lonely couches
board on music,
dances
write

i go.
come near
you
as i wish to leave

i drown.
i drown.

i float on
words
and hurt on
leaving,
i do.

right through
bones and
meadows,
green as grass
and torn as
leaves

in autumn,
dear
in search of
nothing
no one
i hold on to

i won't
in drinking
smoking

hearing none
but hollow sounds

i leave you
try to.

time is my
seldom
enemy in
notes
tonight as
morning tries
to
break
through you

i cannot stand
this suffer,
cold,
as it should be
don't
leave me
leave me.

i do not
intend
to let go,
you know

for all you do
and all that shatters

over lines
of long gold silver

by dawn
in dark,
we move.

ach
hadden wij elkaar
maar

jaren vroeger
pas ontmoet

dan zouden wij
verlaten
toelaten
ook

armen slaan
omheen
onszelf
en kussen

niets zou ons
onthouden
worden

we hadden
elkaar
in het
achterhoofd
als een geloof
een zwakte
die zou sterken
op dagen zoals
deze


nu slijten
wij uren
slechts
en zullen tranen
laten

om wat ligt
onder uw handen

we huilen niet
we lachen,
verdoofd door
absurditeit,
koel als winterlucht
die maar niet
komen wil

we schurken
van veraf
onze woorden
aan elkaar
verrast,
somtijds

maar altijd
zonder raken
waarna slechts
leegte
overblijft