It is hard to grieve

A dagger in the hand
Motions of heart
Feeling to fly and to flee

Nothing but some echoes somewhere else

I don't care about it
Do I?

I want to be far from all this
I have to grieve someone that is never born
But that I uncounsciently brought back to life

I called him in the midst of the night
In the corridor I was lost
My Golden mirror wasn't at his place
Now by chance He is in my heart
To let me heal