The One, Who Laughs

In you, who never ceases to laugh,

I recognize the Goddess of Sorrow,

Having bowed at your feet a million times,

I’d know your gait among a million others;

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Wherever you may go, like a shadow,

The shadow of the Goddess of Sorrow,

I follow, changing sides as the sun does,

Loosing you for a moment at noon;

/

I walk with you towards your lost altar,

Where memories of joy lie abandoned,

Dissected by your sharp nails, which, like mine,

Posses the power to drain warmth out of life;

/

You dance upon them – leaves of your autumn,

Trample on them like enemy armies,

Kneel before them, like gods of your fathers,

Trying to breathe life back into dust;

/

Your empty temple, Goddess of Sorrow,

Is built upon a solid foundation

Of loneliness, of fear, of obsession

With happiness, which simply can’t last;

/

All gods have fallen, temples have crumbled

All altars have been washed of delusions;

But not your altar, Goddess of Sorrow –

You will forever have cause to laugh

No More

Christophe, mon cher ami, pour toi

You are no more;
That photo
Where we stand together,
Laughing,
Makes no sense
No more;

I am no more
The way I used to be
Because
That corner in my heart
Which you inhabited,
Is deadly cold;

We are no more
Part of this tired yet,
Undying world
Together,
And the sliding doors between us
Are closed;

I whisper prayers
To the heavy Earth
For you,
For me,
For us,
Who are no more

Because you are
No more

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