Unless forgetting is the intended desire of your gentle presence,
let me remember all the little things you made shimmer in myriad ways

such as the softly spoken days you made of easily indifferent hours
they were passing by and year by year got added to the time


of all what we have seen so far of life, dearest one

you are one of very few things without demands
a single point of focus and an entire world unbound

The place of origin in the grasp on your hands,
and for the long road ahead, the end

Many things are yours to both carry and keep
even the faith I have so often misplaced
and if only for that, I would give my thanks

Yes, even if only for that, I would give you my thanks
still I'm glad you are everything you are

.. and if you wonder why I speak,
know I just wished you to know what was on my mind.