Can you walk with my shadow

along the edge of the soul?

...Where for half of a lifetime

there's no sleep and no goal.

Forgotten, unlikely

to start gutting again,

It won't work even blindly,

not worth trying the same.

Divide gaps into "after",

Divide all the "before"

The rain washed our laughter

Slamming the door...

Weaving loneliness into

Your tiny home,

Where the traces, your traces

don't remember the road...

Can you walk with my shadow

Along the edge of a meadow,

Everything's become mere,

The most vital thing is

You are here.