(for R)
"The flowering jacarandas are quite pretty"
you said in the morning while I was leaving for work,
also that you do wish that everything had been different,
that we do not perfectly fit into each other's lives
and I did not really understand what you were saying.
Doves did coo in the jacarandas,
starlings tried to steal the food of the dogs
and I did not really understand
when I took the two food bowels the afternoon
to give the dogs some food
that our bedroom was locked
the curtains were drawn tight,
a chest of draws was drawn under the door's handle
and I did not really understand
had to break the outside window
did find you with many empty pill boxes
and then I did know
while the starlings were screaming outside,
and from the jacarandas the doves were gone,
I did throw you over my shoulder,
did carry you to my car in the driveway,
did burn tyres
with flashing emergency indicators on,
with a flying squad police car
that was closing in behind me at speed
did drive right up to the nearest provincial hospital
where I did stop at the ambulance entrance
and it was not the first time
that you tried the suicide thing
and I did not know
how to stop this kind of thing in you
and no treatment or counselling
could convert you from this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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