Why?

WHY?

The literally sense of existing 
Born in the summer, 
That never prevailed
And I was losing my mind 
In the shimmer of the blue night
Trying to reach you in dreams 
That I never understood.

Oh, what it hurts, when I was there
And hurts so badly when I wasn´t
I wrote that I love you 
On a piece of granite 
Close to the gravedigger’s mind.
In many decades I recall my prayers
With stiff fingers, naked on my paper
I wrote the same words, repeatedly.

And why?

July 2021 k.c.