for a not yet committed sin
nevertheless I’m culpable
for the sin not committed is
I am indeed miserable
the thought that never wants
to leave my head in peace
by day and night it haunts
me towards the abyss
I wish I could grab you
hold on for long until
the night turns the sky blue
until the clock stays still
in dreams that visit me
I drown and I can’t swim
hold my hand tight and see
what you can with a whim
but other hands hold yours
and other eyes gaze over
your hair and its light hues
and its scent of a flower
for F
August 2020