After Love

Stop staring at your canvas.

It has all the shades of red and black already,

Other colors won’t blend.

Threads are protruding, 

Making it older by the day.

Colors have dried,

Brushes can’t stand another painful stroke,

An extra layer won’t give any further meaning.

Oh little heart,

Now is not the time to paint,

Now calls for you to leave.

What once was lost,

Will not be taken back home. 

Forever has been seen one last time.

This is the end of the game,

And no one holds the trophy,

The song’s over,

Curtains are closed,

Inevitable has returned.

Decay shall begin any second.

Light blinds and darkness is a mirror.

Rage lies behind the curtains of a better life.

Truth speaks of the past illusions,

And yet again proves that,

Peace shall never win over it. 

‘What once was’ never disappears,

Oh little heart,

Let the present emerge,

Like an evening that feels like the dawn,

As it comes unannounced,

Like serendipity reveals itself,

Slow yet all at once.

You, little heart,

You can live with yourself.

You can live a lot more. 

So while the canvas awaits,

And the heart weeps,

Write some poems,

Only poems.