Pastelarium

where to keep the past
the good moments
where your voice and your breath
if they are in my body
where to carry the memory
of the time that has passed
when I forgot, that in fear
dreams die

where to bury what has died
when the feeling goes away

I am looking and my eyes
can no longer see you
darkness outside and inside
in this silence

I am falling
and my hands
don't know where to search
the loneliness, this hell
how cold I feel

where to bury what has died
when the feeling goes away

and the magic of your laughter
that I no longer hear
still alive in my head
and will never die

where to bury what has died
when the feeling goes away