The light of the night

When the light extinguishes the glow of the moment,
the lights of remembrance are flashing,

you’ll be close to me again.

I won’t be alone anymore,
then I feel my memory
to your warm smile amidst puking people,
your words amidst the tumultuous crowd one night in Hamburg.

And me:
in the midst of them,
…that went off,
to look for anything
and found something;

but could not have dreamt,
what they would find.

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