someone said

Wahr spricht, wer Schatten spricht
you want to speak of love?
then speak from the shadows,
of your love that wasn't true.

what will you have of me?
for it must be of.
this, a melancholy time between us
but what else could time be?

a shadow falls across your face.
it is not mine,and never was
speak, then, as a stranger
as someone once said.

it would not be here
if you were here.
what is remembered
is love.

I am far, but burn softly for you.
who sits in your shade is hard as wood.
your silent look glazed on my heart
whilst fruits fall into his hands.

(bits from Paul Celan and Ken Irby)