we had pancakes for lunch, on a friday.
I smell the fat, the oil, the eggs and see you in
the kitchen, sitting on the bench behind
the wooden table, standing up to greet me.
our hugs did not last long. you wore
the blue striped t-shirt that I saw you in
today, lying in a bed that wasn´t yours
and never will be, now.
a yellow flower in your hands that did
not look like it belonged to you, I thought
I saw you breathing -
you didn´t though, of course.
wait for me in heaven, will you?
I know I´ll wait for you.