My Life, Dancing Part 2:
In Loving Memory, Yours…
You know, I will always remember the first time we were talking to
each other while I was working in the kitchen. And every time
I remember, it bursts my heart. I don´t want to feel this sudden
ache, and yet I cannot live without it.
I know that I will see you again.
I know that I will carry you with me for the rest of my lifetime.
As an image, maybe. Fading. Pieces of memory that I will wonder
once where they came from, why they made me feel so hard that it seemed there was
no space left for any other emotion.
I could not focus, I could not read, not study. I guess I am
thinking too much. I cannot help it.
It seems so real and unreal at the same time. Is this
I know that I will see you again. I saved some corner of my
Heart, and I planted a flower there, and I watched it grow and get
Old and finally die. I watched it die with my heart one day, in a
Picture of you. Once I wondered where I had taken it from, and
Then I remembered how it used to be like when I was living in
Kalmar nation while I was supposed to live in Uppsala. By that
Time I remembered the days I had spent waiting for you, watching
You before my inner eye. The aches I had suffered, the pleasures
I had met. I felt your eyes on me, they were talking to me, like
They wanted to tell things I would never hear. I saw you smile,
Like you used to, and I heard you breathing. I saw your hair
Moving around your neck like it was living.
Then my heart took a leap, and stopped from beating.
I will write a song about you, I will never see that clear again.
Two days ago I was told that you died in a car accident,
On the way to that vacation you always had wanted to spend
In a country quite far from here.
I would like to think you were happy then.
I never saw you again.