Funeral Officiant

Prayer and Meditation

I kissed you goodbye and I'm nervously clinging to your hand. I am already admonishing you to pay attention to this and that. Man is mute. Doesn't the train, the train finally want to whistle? I feel like I'll never see you again. Speak round sentences without realizing: people are mute. Know if I didn't have you anymore, it would be death, death, death! And yet I want to escape. God, a cigarette! Man is mute. Gone!

Now on the street I'm choking on crying. I look around in surprise. Because even crying doesn't say what we mean. Man is mute. How did I feel what goodbye means. how do I remember: a dark, unwounded, cruel something that once again shows and holds out and tears something that is beautifully connected. How I felt without resistance to look at the one who, since it let me go calling me, stayed behind, just as if they were all women and yet small and white and nothing but this: A wave, already no longer related to me, a soft one Waving on -, hardly explainable anymore: perhaps a plum tree from which a cuckoo hastily flew.

I wrote many a verse to others, just a little word to you here and there. Doesn't that testify to a smaller power in loving? I am not leaving you as a debtor. O beloved, immeasurable was the love that united us two. I forgot the word about her because every day found us in her. Do you think of the blood in your lungs? Are you talking about the air that surrounds you? No, I didn't sing about you, just loved you. All the best on your final journey and rest in peace!