it has become
a fact of your life
when you are too busy
time melts
in fact it dissolves
like coffee to hot water
in your personalized
mug
it is like drinking
bottles of beer
and time becomes another
irrelevant factor in
the lives of men
it was Monday when
you kissed her on the
lips
and not it is Thursday
and she had not
come home yet....
you read a novel
which remains as of this
day
unfinished business
some lives you know
have to cut themselves
nicely
as you want them to be
a happy death
a life lived without regrets
departures which must
remain insignificant
in fact unnoticed by everyone
because they have become
too ordinary
like sunsets and sunrises
like a rain which stopped
when the window shuts itself
and you were there
still soundly asleep....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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