Often

Often, while streets are asleep

beneath

scattered lights

Native trees spread

one sided shadows

night dew descends

in quetude, on deserted asphalt

Again

I start travelling

on the same wanted paths

To places

which perhaps

no longer exist

Spaces taking on

a slow resignation,

fated extinction

Down the roads

furrowed with new footsteps,

born in our absence

While life flames ignite, burn,

glimmer and extinguish

in my subconsciousness

all is left unchanged

Like an etched relic containing

particulars, photographs,

panoramas

from a new and old world

You, who phased out to be

my main purpose in life –

Maybe,

the enticing unknown

converted your identity

Gave you a false sense

of belonging

Only because you are tired,

remembering the old

Tired to begin a new

Afraid from making

another unforgivable decision

Standing on this vast earth,

not knowing which way to turn

Not knowing how to retrieve

so many lost years of

your restless squandering heart

(C) Dinka Bednjacic, 2018