Today i found a piece of your hair on the pillow
and noticed it was gray.
We are young,
and it made me think,
if lying there would be the same
if we were not.
Forgive me for the question, but is it true?
That later i will not be me, and you will not be you?
You must have been
Everything which lifted me,
Everything unseeable, unknowable, untouchable.
That’s where you must be
Otherwise I would know where to find you.