May 7
B5. Window, Always Open
Fresh air between us — the wind carries your words in, even when you leave.
Space to breathe — no confinement, no questions, just the knowing: you will return, or perhaps not.
No walls, only horizons — I watch you fade, grow small, and hold nothing.
You leave and return — your steps on the stairs, familiar, each time anew.
I stay here — at the open window, with the feeling of wind, with the waiting, which is no burden, only expanse.
written with Miran & Emil Lichtrand
