Alone with the plan

The door is closed and the lights dim

When I look into the future of this adventure.

Only alone I see the reason,

the hidden underwater thread

Passing idle

Through my days and my hands.

I wish it was passing through my head.

Raining your name

I am rain of numbers

In this stream of data and strings

When your name falls.

Many years gone by

Under the sun and under the clouds.

Only to me it is

Still a punch in the stomach