Dasein

The question is one of parting.
The answer:
glowing figures in empty hallways
long forgotten words near the waterʹs edge
smiles unimaginably true.

Just today there was a bird
outside my window
that for a second
I mistook for a song I had once heard.
I do not remember the melody
nor, I think, will I ever sing it again.
The next second the flour in my hand
withered
and ‐ a formless, shapeless, bodiless entity ‐
it fell to the ground.

I tried once more.
But it was too late.