Abandoning

Singing to the walls of my empty room
I find myself trying to relearn what I never could do.

For lack of any other way to go
the time draws near when I will have to brace myself
and without a sigh that could be heard
begin the bitter life of the one who has given up.

Not a sound, not a whimper,
not a crack in the worn disguise,
nothing that could wake up the sleeping betrayed.

The time draws near in which I abandon.

And

and the mess
and the want
and the need
and the noise
and the urge
and the rage
and the sadness
and the anxiety
and the boredom
and the bitterness
and the revenge
and the escape
and the guilt
and the laughter
and the feeling
and the shivering
and the kiss
and the wine
and the warmth
and the photo
and the space
and the distance
and the laptop
and the melancholy
and the screaming
and the abandoning
and the want-need-want-need-want-need-need-need-need-NEED!

and all of it tumbles through me. I NEED. Where are you? Where did you go? When did I lose you?

and it's all a failure.

Shiver

My skin feels foreign.

Wish I could take it off and step into that of a stranger.

And so let my acts go unnoticed, as they would leave traces on a stranger's skin.

As I think of her my hands shiver
Is it longing or fear?
Is it fear of her or myself?
Does it matter?
Can we hold? Can we not?

Rain

As I turn off my motorbike
I look for your face through the window.

Dimly illuminated by your laptop screen,
it is there.

Of course, you said you'd wait for me,
you said you'd be there.

And when I come in and sit in front of you,
(because next to you is just too much for me to handle)
you'll look at me and say hi.

And I will say that it is rain on my face,
and I will think that no, it can't be anything else,
that thinking about the day when you will not wait for me at some cafe,
and I will not see your tired smile as you look at me away from your laptop,
and that I will ride through the rain to something else...

No, thinking about that couldn't have anything to do with this.

It has to be rain.