You will see me wherever you go,
You will for sure see me
Even in your deep dreams,
A ghost hovering over your tiny head,
Swift and precise like a bird.
Yes, be sure, you will
See me hanging between your filthy earth and my high sky,
A man with no bone, a ghost like Hamlet,
The slain father and the mighty king of Denmark,
Who suddenly lost all…
The friend, the wife,
The life, the kingdom and the crown.
Though - my dear – you ought to know,
Ghosts forever ghosts remain,
North or south, sun or rain,
No teeth in their mouth, no tongues-
Yet, they can bite and even talk-
No feet but, in the dark they can walk.

You will see me again and again
In crowded pups where we together sat ,
On roads we often walked like ghosts and chatted,
In clean dishes and shining glasses that
You may use after me –
Alone or with another one.

You…
Be sure as I am…
That you will see me perhaps soon, alas! Alas!
In your tears filling the glass.
 

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