It was hours ago when we spoke just for moments,

Moments that passed like the breaking of glass,

I know that I spoke in my riddles of blue,

But you understood me and spoke in your own riddles too,

You know- my riddles are fine if you don’t ask what they mean- and you don’t.

It seems like those hours are just seconds to me

So, it’s seconds ago when I last heard your voice,

Voice, which is speaking inside of my head,

Echoing softly: “it’s all right” isn’t that what you said?

I knew- I’d be fine if I could make out of bed.

It may have been days since I last ate a meal

But days don’t anything unless I’m out in the air

I’ve been drowning in wine and wading through water

I have no miracle to change them: no father, son or daughter.

They will know- my words are all riddles no matter what colour.

It was hours ago when we last spoke for moments,

Moments that cut like the pieces of glass- I held,

I know I was doubting that you’d been lost to me,

Now I scatter your memory like ashes at sea.

I will remember you.