A Tale of Two Halves

my two halves rarely meet each other

the long evenings when my mother told stories to both of them are gone

my two halves lost a soul somewhere between them

and they walk with one lit candle in their hands, thinking that maybe this could replace it

both have a monster\'s crooked smile and each - half a dream

two vices, two ways, two men

and only one slow, continuous death

yesterday I spent almost half an hour looking at a flag which was endlessly struggling on the roof of a building

trying to figure out the direction of the wind

sometimes it looked like it was blowing from the left, sometimes from the right

- the flag itself had no clue

the frost was biting my cheeks; in the end

I left without being able to choose.