A Farewell Not Withstood

When the wind carries the salty scent of the smooth sea from the south,

and a void forms in the balmy air where you once stood,

I know that I no longer belong to these people, nor to this town,

as a dull pain still lingers—of a farewell not withstood.

When I hit the road and race towards the sun,

and horizons speak of oblivious bliss,

before long, precious dreams of rebirth come undone;

wherever I roam, it’s you whom I miss.

When hazy nights get lonely,

and vices nurtured,

restless, I watch my back closely

and run ever further—

from you.

(Munich, July 2018)