This is the last day I see you
And I have never seen you before
Your reflection, sometimes light, sometimes shadow,
It was always reflecting mirrors,
We never met
This is the last day of you
The last day of me
The world has ended
it never formed
A relict, that was never alive
But vivid memory
And imagination
In which we were phantoms,
Seeking, chasing each other,
Truth
Love
Future
Vision
Hope
Always a mystery, that we thought we could reveal, know, understand, feel
Seemingly close, but never touching
In the end
We are not two, and are not one
Longing drives us
To connect, to get to know, to absorb this reflection,
beautiful and mysterious
Mirroring love,
But we can’t grasp it
Our hands reach into the void
That we are
Fluid, volatile, unknowable
To ourselves
To each other
This is the end of knowing
the being
This is the last day
Of you and me
