There you were sitting, Reading, waiting, thinking
Insofar as I came but did not arrive
As I was gone already before I came
And so I programmed my terrible loss
Only felt when you, my love, no longer
Are sitting there but I, hungry for news,
No longer read newspapers but my heart
Beating away always listens to your heart
Now so far away but still I listen for faint sounds
Reminding me of your presence once sitting there.
Hatto Fischer
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