

Because I know the difference,
Because I smell you in summer with your faded dress,
Because now, the leaves will start to turn,
Because there is a message I have for you
Tucked away inside my shirt,
If you bother me again, I will remain impassive,
And I will also pray.
Because we go along together, sprouting evening
From our shoes,
And because the happiest times I've had have been
Ones of calm.
I get it now, I'm 40.
I had some growing up to do, some grieving,
Some this and that.
And now the summer is ending, friend,
And I wish that I could take this burden from you,
But now, I think I won't,
And will just remain here like I am,
A watchman on a tower, which was your vision
For me, even when I felt small and so afraid.