Lease

When I was given a new lease

on life

another´s expired.

Why he and not I?

Pure chance decides

who will stay

who will go

in the prime of life,

a new chance

or the final curtain.

I do not wonder

why I am still here.

I can only cry

at the loss

and know that I

could not have offered

my life for his.

But maybe it is

an illusion, my staying.

I too will go

one day, into nothing.

Tomorrow or ten years

from now.

@EvB

Published May 2010, Pandora, VHS Frankfurt Literary Magazine

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