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I met her only recently

He told me she became obsessed with deserts
She laughed

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When they left
it took me two weeks to restore my order

She seemed to be well considered and 
without any determination at the same time.

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I wondered if it was her attempt
to let things go.

He wrote to me

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Is it true that there is no such thing
as a missed opportunity?

Is it so that our future is constantly rewritten
by the past?

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What do you think of disappearing? 
I asked her.

She laughed again. And pointing at a strange structure
he whispered, not yet.

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Where have you been? 

In a place I hardly remember.
I sent you a postcard written with blue ballpoint pen. 

When you talk about structures what do you mean?
What else to write if I am only exhausted trying to respire?

He said that in the end all these constructions proved to be insubstantial.
Meaningless. 

You have to move beyond. And refocus.

I was surprised when I discovered
he couldn't remember his childhood.
Not a single story.

What a relief, she thought and then
she said: Mir doch egal!


He wrote again. A boring postcard.
That he hates chaos and loves honesty.


I had to think about it over and over. It felt like a curse.

She wants to find herself again.
A home. For her own. Love and work included.


(the next one goes out to corky burger)