Afraid for a pink shirt

It´s raining

inside of me

while I´m trying to resolve

is this all really happening

in my very own life

in my very last autumn

or is this a beginning of
my last spring?

It´s raining beautifully.

My life is hanging

outside my windows

in the old apple trees

that keeps growing

without giving up.

Your pink shirt

is resting where you left it

and I´m to afraid to touch it;

because who knows if it would fade away

like good things in life sometimes do.

I love you - in every color

as I love the rain and the apple trees.

But don´t let me go around alone
for too long in the house

dressed in your shirt
like waiting for the finally snow
to cover me.