Recall The Future

Life Poem

Day after day
I get closer to the end.
Got nothing else to say,
silence is my name,
the future is my past.

I’ve seen it all last:
Love and Hate,
Family and Home,
seen many summers pass

beyond the wall of grief,
leaving us to linger,
reaching for the breeze.

Perhaps this is the day
when I will disappear.
Got nothing else to say,
but the day is good.
Why not recall a word,
a memory from the future?

more by GEORGI DIMITROV KARLOVSKI

photograph by Sylvain Reygaerts