The grieving sky
Inexplicably clear and perfect
My thoughts are reluctant
Like dirt under a rug
Unwanted, unwelcome, uncertain
A sense comes from it, a warning
Why did he confess?
Why did he leave?
He is permanently gone
He doesn’t know
Hundreds of days and he was silent
" Don’t you do it"
"don’t you leave me"

I paced restlessly "all right"

I can't explain it
That’s how it was
In the night
The bad had become the good
And I thought how I was trapped
But now I'm trapped in color
Dazzled by the light
I had to wait, for so long
I had to talk, for so long
I had to stop, not long enough
Finally, everything is crystal clear
I had nothing to say to him
The dazzling uncertainty
The words are too strong