November, and winter will come

Gloomy Riga in autumn,

Gloomy Riga in autumn,

November and I fear winter coming. I wish me cosiness,
but so far it’s only a longing and a “write about”! To whom
will I write, now when I have lost my most devoted friend?
Friendship is such a matter! It’s not love, my lost friend!
Not to be one single person’s belonging, but free to have
a belonging in others, in life. No, not love but like to have
a warm overcoat with room for two or more! You were a
bit too much and I had to tell you! And now, this gloomy
and rainy November and then a cold winter coming! And
someone will be gone -an empty chair to stares! And that
could have been shared…


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