No war,
no peace,
just a single death

This so far
Second:
What do we leave behind?

Outside was already the grey
dawn of day and the milkman
put the basket onto the upper stair
and took the money from under
the door-mat

Faint clinked the milk bottles
together, while you moved
away from me crying

No farewell and I took the
cross-country bus at ten

The death of a love
Maybe
Maybe but a
new start

I found a note - later -
on it stood:
Please -