This morning everything is different than before,
a red something is in front of my bed,
it is the thread that I once lost.
He leads me, tired of the longest night,
to the bathroom,
in which a man laughs again today.
It leads down the stairs, über'n yard, the garage door,
behind the small workshop, all the screws,
seem to me as then.
It goes on to the next door neighbors and friends,
three years I was away,
they see it to me yet.
Red Thread, I have every day looking for you,
You were gone overnight, cursed
I was.
You are the red line that leads my life in the middle,
have at this difficult time,
I felt no hope.
Take me with you on this path, where I'm at home,
threading tail through each day,
out of all the grief
I will look after you, you will continue to have with me,
after three years,
no sense were
He is still small, I must maintain
so it expectant
next to me, lay on the pillow
October 2010
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