Missing

I achieved everything
what I wanted.
Worked hard for many years
to be somebody
as I wanted.
I don’t understand
I’m still missing something
Is that you?
Your absence.
I abandoned
the memory of you.
Didn’t want to think
about you somewhere else
not being here
next to me.
I’m missing something
I don’t understand
I should be happy
as I wanted.
Don’t I have everything?
I have everything
but you.

© W. Donovan

Marble silence

We think we have time.
We never say what we feel.
We never say what we want to say
at the moment.
We hide it in complicated words
which mean nothing
don’t say anything directly
don’t explain anything.
We don’t talk about what’s important.
We’re scared
of shame
incomprehension
rejection.
We think we have time.
Until the other person goes away.
Then we realize
that we’ll never tell him again
about anything.
We won’t say what we feel
what we always wanted to say
that he was important to us.
There’s only a gibber left
There’s a marble silence
answering mute questions
which we’re afraid to ask.
We thought we had so much time.

© W. Donovan

don’t, stop

Pain in every part of the body,
so sudden and violent, not possible to
bear. I want you to stop. I
could curl up with it. I could,
but I cannot move. I stand like
a statue in the middle of the
room and shout inaudible voice without opening
my mouth, I am crying without shedding
tears and lie standing. Pain like a
thousand needles pierces my mind and covers
my eyes. I hear my own scream
and I see flames through my eyelids.
I am like a ghost, devoid of
the body, but imprisoned in it forever.


© W. Donovan

Fiona’s dance

Like the fear of stars
and the glow of white
among the colors of emptiness.

Falling down with a slender beauty
towards the high sky
entangling without breath.

Encircling like a carousel
more scary with every move
the dizziness hits.

Choking with its own breath
woven into a spider’s web
bound by a painful stab.

Open in the abyss of colors
clenched in its soul
pulsing like a heart.

Feeling just cold
and echoing somewhere
they slam into the door.

Closed in its soul
clenched in the abyss of black
pressed in pulsing wilderness.

Left, only alone
in the circle of light
not reaching, blinded.

They don’t cause dizziness
now a colorless silence
left in the cool white.


© W. Donovan

The dream

I know you’ll leave soon
I can feel it.
When you finally do it
Please
don’t take everything with you.
When you leave
let me keep at least memories.
Do not let me forget
about the dream
which I had
when you were here.
Do not let me forget
about the freedom
which I felt
when you were here.
Do not let me forget
what I knew
when you were here
what was important.
When you leave
let me keep
part of you
in my heart.


© W. Donovan

Nobody

all this was just an illusion.

You’re nobody
to me
I don’t know you
you’re not here

who I really was for you?

I am nobody
to you
You don’t know me
I’m not here

© W. Donovan

Longing

I miss you
your cheerful face
your wise eyes.
I miss you
our spontaneous trips
our conversations.
I miss it
that I felt good
when I was with you.
I miss it
how you treated me,
when I was with you.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want you to come back.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want you to be here.
I miss you
but it doesn’t mean that
I want to talk to you
again.


© W. Donovan