when there will already be no me
spit three times
on the wind
and cross yourself
so that I don't return
never as the boomerang
then you will find
Silence
it will greet with emptiness
and with vastness of longing
long you won't find
a remedy but
you will be yourself
Maria Barbara Korynt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-will-be-yourself/
