I looked too deeply into your eyes and I saw
It was through many doors and over many walls
but it was like any other end:
Painful, like any other tongue would describe.
I don’t know what else it could be.
It glitters in your eyes like the snow
that you correctly complain about being too cold.
It is not through Time that we endure,
It is not with Time either.
In your eyes
I see that Time is just another vice
biting through us with its small, dull teeth.
Time will in a few moments
bite clean through our flesh and our fantasies.
So I grip your hands tighter
and I try to look deeper still in your eyes
but too late–