When all previous loves are lost
and I hesitate about the sense of my existence,
I become aware about the fatality of life
while time passes me too quickly
and in the darkness I am alone
and I hesitate about the sense of my existence
and at times it feels as if I am the only one
on this planet, as if the loss of intimacy
folds night after night around me and in the darkness I am alone,
the night gets a own reality, my own actuality
as if only I am isolated
on this planet, as if the loss of intimacy
lets me wonder over being human and about God,
without being able to embrace anybody
as if only I am isolated
still holding stunned to hope.
When all previous loves are lost
without being able to embrace anybody
I become aware about the fatality of life.