now, here
back in
the dark
trying to grasp the
split of a truth
that your sudden
call after me
left in my mind, an
axe
split my thought in two halves and i
realised
one was the future
and one was the past
just the person in
front of me
wasn‘t to be found
in either part
you changed, i thought
but didn‘t risk to
speak
cz you were still
changing all the while and
i did not dare
to interrupt the transformation
with judgments or
labels or words, utterances
i would be asked to spit out, reveal the measurements
for the distance
between our past and the now.
all i could see was
that the now
you inhabited so
insecurely fine
this new dress was
distant from the future
this version
wouldn‘t stream again through my town
a fragile kiss on a bridge crossing a mighty river
connecting two sides
of a dream, all the same
in the past and the
future, give me your hand, i say
you wouldn‘t
listen, wouldn‘t follow
after the bridge
collapsed i saw you
disappear on the
other side into an alleyway
called distance to
you.myself, maybe mars
sincerely yours,
the commuter
