I just stood there
slicing onions
as you walked away
leaving me alone
at the crossroads

Although I don't see you
I sometimes hear your voice
and wonder
if you really exist

As you walked away
into the darkness
you told me
to keep walking my own way

I didn't
for such a long time
I just stood alone
in the darkness
as your demon-memory
bade me slice more onions

I could hear you
out of reach
but not out of range
Trying
Dying
Crying
Yet you wouldn't
let me find you
in the darkness

Once I decided
to put down my onions
and to start walking
my own way,
I called out "goodbye"

A very small voice
asked from the darkness,
"where are you going"
and "why"

You are so painful
and I don't know if you're real
I've made a decision
but that isn't how I feel

Although I am leaving
I sometimes go extra slow
and wonder
if you really exist

You're back
at the crossroads
and I'm up ahead
barely still in sight

I hope you make your decision
before I round the bend
this could be a new beginning
or the definitive end

(And my love keeps me
slicing onions...)