To M.-M.



The feeling was much stronger
  than the touch...
    Although 
  the touch 
    was 
      great...


 The feelig lasted 20 years 
  and then 
there were 
 short 
   splashes 
     after
  that I could not supress, surpass
when you were thinking 'bout me
  with all your ener-
gy...,

although 
 we parted 
    3 months later -
the 13th of April, 1980,
  being our meeting day,
but
 that summer couldn't be full
for us...


Only today
  I've realized
you were the man
  who came to my display
in 2008 -
  that's 28 years plus
since then -
   and told the supervisor
 you knew me
and that von Bromssen
  was my husband's name.


There was no husband.
  You know that?
Von Bromssen is my name,
  my family name,
my granny's name, you know.


Life's so imperfect...
   Why couldn't you be that strong
to stand on par with me,
  creating rhyme and song -
 both talened and beautiful.


We might be happy...
  Might have been...
But that was not to be...


  And now - only the me-
mory
  about the loss,
the losses...



You're no longer
  in this world...



And only your girl,
  your daughter
whom you called Olga -
  after me
is the reminder
  of your life...
and 
  the depths 
    of 
      my heart...



  Lost love...
   Lost art...
    Lost life...

But... 

  Art 
    is longer than love,
  art 
    is longer than life.



Jan. 1, 2023


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