You may come anytime
even at the hour when the scavengers pick up the forgotten umbrellas from the bus stations
or in the middle of the night
it’s good anytime
just come
even only in my sleep
all I want is to see you no matter how
to touch you
nothing more
to sniff your smell
show up for only few minutes
no matter when and where
when I barely drag my feet on the beaten tracks of solitude
you may come when the leaves are falling
or in a misty winter morning
when the walnuts are blossoming
or next springtime
even for a few minutes
or less
just to let me know that you breathe
no more
you may come anytime
even now
when everything is too late
Ilinca Bernea - writing, performances, art 