You know
he is always with me now.

He sits beside me in the sand at the beach,
eats from my plate,
sneakes even into my bed.

He also sits beside you.
You don't recognize him yet,
some remain blind, life long.

Sometimes he bothers me,
comes too close,
blocks the view of my life

- anyhow I think,
it's good to know one another,
the dead and I.           

                                                     Antje Weber