All the love that here once was
Even after it comes to fade
Shall forever remain
Unharmed and strong
In the slices and dices
Of our time and space
When and where it took place
It was embodied
In that bundle of warmth
Inside your heart and within your arms
The sound of your sight
In the sight of my eyes
It was reflected
In that smell of cheese from the kitchen
As a dying-Sunday desperation
Would slowly take over
It was carved in the annoying shape
Of every lazy morning
Bathing in endless good-mornings
It was everywhere
Pervasive and sharp
I could see and hear it
I could smell, taste, and touch it
So I wonder, where was such love
When I planted fabricated evidence
To frame myself for crimes
That I never committed?
And where did it go every time
That I pretended to look back
Even though my heart
Had been already for a long time
Fully rooted in our living room?
Where the hell was its whereabouts
When I petrified our flowers
And threw them at us like rocks?
Was it madness or simply stupidity?
Was it lovemurder or just loveslaughter?
