Liesel Eva Schmidt Poems

I don't think I
Believe in you
Anymore.
I'm sorry.
...

Eleven years of history slumbers between us.
Under the surface, it breathes.
It wonders if it has been forgotten,
Abandoned, lost.
...

Their boots clatter outside the window,
The idealized paradise of my childhood has been chipped away,
Tossed off in a flowerbed as inaccessible as the moon.
My German has been perfected, though what good is it now?
...