wiedersehen

Sometimes even silence screams louder than anything else. Especially the silence that remains afterwards. After the voices, the photographs on the walls and the touches that have become colder than the radiators in January. This song is like a long pause between ‘maybe someday’ and ‘definitely not anymore’. It seems like everything can be survived: walls can be repainted, numbers can be deleted, but memory stubbornly continues to repeat what is no longer heard. Only now, every step forward has to be taken through an echo.