WE ARE NO MORE

(translated by Karin Pečnikar)

I’m alone.

You are just a journey now.

The tune of some morning,

the storm of some evening.

Days,

bound with golden fern,

await

to be burned,

so that I can warm myself

with them for the last time.

I wait

for my need for warmth,

to overcome the pain;

to quench the memory

of us.

Then we will be again,

you and I.