I look at you
nothing I can see on thy face
nothing on thy body
no last sign
no last message…
I look into thy eyes
a sorrow to read from
a grieve
a hope that you’ll see me again
a wish you see me again…
I look at you
every single pore I quest
every mark
like thy last thought I may think
like thy last word I may read
what you thought
what you said
what you wanted to think
what you wanted to say…
I look at you
but it’s nothing I can see
no sign
no message
nor that alive are thee
nor dead indeed…