from Istanbul
back home time
changed.
we are now
five hours ahead.
i wonder if that
is really the reason
why she is not
sleeping yet.
still too many clothes
to fold
many dishes to keep
when i slept that
night
she was in her desk
writing something
with dishes not finished
yet
and with clothes still
not fold
i become suspicious.
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