Regrets
This calmness
is strange, isn't it?
So many busy years
and houses
made of sand.
Being too strong
can lead
to failure,
but so can not being
strong enough.
You were neither,
but that did not stop
those that were
a part of you
from drifting away
with the tide
of waters darker
than the Elbe…
Desperation led
to confusion
with both the killers
and the killed
tearing at your heart.
There were happy shouts
and cheers
when the wall came down
and you cried
yourself to sleep
that night
because time forgives
but never forgets
what sorry cannot touch –
the sounds
of broken glass
and children crying
into the mouth
of a gun.
You remember when
the laughter
filled the house
and you wished
for time alone.
Well, now all you have
is time, the silence
is louder
than the wind
knocking harshly
at your door.
And when you look
outside
there are scattered
piles of sand,
with fading footsteps
leading to your door
and a dying ring
of cornflowers
lay folded
in a white flag
at your feet.