Didn’t write 
didn’t call
don’t try 
don’t chase
make room 
give space 
keep the 
leash yourself 
there’s nothing 
until he 
decides so
if he’s 
part of
your past
he will 
stay there 
remain in 
your present 

No candle
can burn 
long under
a basket 
if it
is meant 
to light 
then it
needs room 
to grow 
love is
meant to 
be oxygen 

I just want 
to hold in
my hands the 
face I know 
and look into 
the eyes of
which see me 
and kiss the 
lips that now 
call my name 
next to theirs 

I do not fear
the darkness for I
am the candle holder 
my purpose is to 
go before and show 
not the way for 
the way is yours 
but rather to show 
only that there is 
something else out there 
only if you dare
to then leave there

When one lands
whatever one is 
one stops falling 
be it raindrop 
or maybe snowflake 
or even leaf
it becomes that
where it stops 
the same goes 
for the heart
when finally it 
finds somewhere else 
within someone else 
it too stops 
its own tumbling 
taking refuge there