The year has gone
And I let him pass by –
Sitting by the window,
Waiting for his widow
Who wryly wrapped
Her web around me,
Glued my reflection
To the sublime scenery.
And I tried! Oh, I tried
To be the better half –
Halfway through my trying
I let myself crash.
She didn\'t say a word,
Her presence made me calm,
And with a forehead kiss –
She was also gone.