minute 51

Finitude
 
When a rope is cut, 
when a grip loosens, 
when a scent clears out, 
when a leave hits soil, 
when a light goes down,

When a smile must fade, 
when a hand lets go, 
when a heart is sore, 
when a soul is lost,

A bird takes flight.


When you left the trail,
when you unclasped my hand,
when your scent cleared out,
when your sore heart tripped,
when your hope vanished,

When your laughter’s gone,
when you avoid my eyes,
when your heart lost strength 
when your soul rose up,

A bird took flight.



 
Antonia Reuther