Talking about something’s missing

by Sven Heuchert

We were talking about
Something that’s missing
We lay in bed the lights turned off
I could sense by the sound of her voice
That it was serious
That she meant it
Was it love that was missing?
I couldn’t remember the last time I thought:
I love her
I couldn’t even remember the last time I said the words:
I love you
I felt ashamed
We shared a life
And after all the years
Something was missing
We couldn’t find an answer
There were no answers
Sometimes the only thing left
Is the very moment before you fall asleep
When all the dreams you’ve ever had seem reachable
We lay there silently
Staring at the darkness
then I closed my eyes and vanished.