Something looks

in the dark

at me

but only

when I

~

remember

The old door

is corroded

over the years

~

it’s not

maintained

but

what inside

is still vivid

Looking back

from where

I go

to where

I walked

~

I see

my trace

like in

the snow

~

and like the snow

rain and sun

will take away

my memory

I know

I’ve made it

many years

ago

but I

don’t remember

~

I have the proof

in my hands

but

it’s still

gone

The grain of wood

slowly build

up in time

holds the light

out

closes in

the past

After many years

a forgotten inside

stored in darkness

will be revealed

as memory

The mirror I decent in

has no reflection,

and inside, I stare

at a thousand directions

to see nothing but silence.

Only the cold reminds me.

For the last time the room closes its door

to forget what was and stay

and remember for you its purpose

The entrance,

I like to leave behind.

The cold wind has blown here.

It reminded me.