G-Man

Dedicated to G-Man.

When I'm running across the ruins,
When I'm staring at empty cityscapes,
I recognize your unimposing shape,
Somewhere among the roofs, chimneys and windows.

You're always staying still
With your gray business suit
With your briefcase

Silent. Absent. Present?

I often ask myself,
Whether you ever return home,
Your home sweet home.

Where your beauty sweetheart
Is waiting for you
With a warm kiss
On her lips.

Or perhaps
You'll just vanish,
Just disappear,
As I log off.

No briefcase
Anymore
No business suit
Anymore
Just darkness
Everlasting
Darkness
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See also video version of this poem here.