but there is no sound.
You cannot see me on the page.
We are lost as if we had never been here,
as if we never knew one another.
but there is only blurred illusion
from that other place,
where the other life, so real,
exists and then is gone.
I was there.
I am here.
against the unfairness of this existence,
against the conscious knowledge
that I was here so quick
and then was gone.