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[Porzellanschreibt]

It has been quiet some time

since we had met

and began what became

the last days of your life

and first days of mine as a nurse 

at a place where people with creaking niffy joints

Full of tales and memories, wrapped into brown dressings

come to rest and then retire…

You were so different from me

different opinions, different everything …

But we had to make it work 

We were like  2 strangers

arriving at the opposite ends of the same train, and when the sun went down,

and the sky turned black, 

we’d meet

And I’d pour you a drink 

and you’d tell me about your day 

But When I heard you died

I didn’t exactly know what to do

Doctors say It’s good to sit with your emotions and let yourself feel 

So I did that 

I spent my entire afternoon „sitting“ 

But the more I thought about you ,  

The more tangled I became

In the deep, dark qualms,

Twisted tightly around my ankle 

Dragging me down

Into a swamp of what’s ‘n why‘s

I never asked you what kind of flowers you liked

Why didn’t I?

I never asked about your favourite song 

Why didn’t I?

I forgot to tell you that you’ll be missed

Why.. didn’t I?

I didn’t think it would hurt so much 

The death of a stranger isn’t supposed to hurt so much, right? 

No …

The death of a stranger isn’t supposed to hurt

Like when the doctors tell it’s not going to hurt and then stick a needle into your soft skin … It stings 

The thing is you asked me what kind of music I listen to

About my favourite food

You knew so much About me and I knew 

so little… 

When the sun went down,

and the sky turned black,

We were supposed to meet

I poured you a drink,

You weren’t there to drink it…