Bussum South
I visited your grave today
For a while I stood there and wondered
Whether you were there
And if you remember what it was like
When we brought you
How the trees rustled and we with you between us
Walked there without you,
So without you like never before
You said nothing back, the earth above you was frozen
And the trees didn't rustle
The train home was delayed by ten minutes and from the platform
I looked out at the place where you lie
It was blowing and snowing storms of sleet.
prachtig geschreven impressie