Letter to Those Who Went

That day I wished for death

Because we were happy

I thought - I made you happy

And I thought what now? Death: a possibility

The call doesn’t come to me any more

Celebrations don’t take place any longer

Those who knew what was in my mind

without hearing a spoken word, have left me for good 




Because that day when I wished

I reached out to a conception that lay beyond

my comprehension and imagination

I feel now - it set events in motion

Now all that is left is me

like a lone survivor in an island in the middle of a sea

That day though I was not alone

I wonder now whether I’ll see you if I go where you’ve gone