When you leave, I‘ll know.
Time will take a deep breath
and the cloud cover that masked the light
will tear open wide
to set free a sunbeam
as your last salute.

When you leave, I ‘ll know.
You will sweep through the tree tops
and whisper nameless words
that only time can teach me
and then you will send the migrants
on their journey.

When you leave, I’ll know.
The last colored leaf will fall
from the last autumnal trunk
and with it the whole world will go to sleep,
and rest for an entire winter.

And as it arises, months from today,
when heat recurs
to caress my neck,
when crocuses and snowdrops blossom again
and the birds find their way
back to our grounds,

you’ll be among them,
invisible, but tangible,
silent, but present,
different, but smiling.
And I’ll know that you have never left.

Theresa Rath

I was born in 1991 in Neuss am Rhein, Germany. Since I can hold a pencil, I've been writing. In 2009 my first volume of poetry called "Kleines Mädchen mit Hut" was published by Periplaneta in Berlin. In 2012 my short story volume "Die Ketten, die uns halten" was published. Since 2017 I have been a permanent member of Dichtungsring, a Berlin reading stage that takes place every two months in a bar in Neukölln. In summer 2018 I finished my first novel. I write in German and Spanish. If I don't write, I work as a lawyer in Berlin.
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