You caught sight of me in your mind,
claiming another’s hand.
You blink once
to crush me
and flee to the right.
You've completely lost your way.
I don’t know what kind of thought will restrain you.
Anyway, sparks will fly from the clash,
but let’s try irony!
It will be our blade.

If you want to be near me,
place yourself in this photograph on the table,
like a leaf in the tree behind.
It’s the only chance I offer you.

I leave the door open towards me.
All we need is a spark for the explosion.

I call out to you,
and you start walking gently beneath the vault of letters.

Stone steps attack the sunset with their glow,
until the sky above bleeds.