Two poems around New Year

“ I can’t wait for that big hug you sent me in your
mail this morning”, I wrote back to you, “we will
have a sunny day here today and I dreamt about
you early morning. Don’t ask… 😉 Yesterday I had
the laundry room, today I have to clean the flat –
or maybe I can walk around it all with big steps
and close my eyes to the mess… “ 🙂

But I never came to clean the flat and my day got
confused and unhappy, as you took a step back
from me. Yes, dreams on New Years Eve – they
will be forgotten the very next day, but the messy
life will still be here. Early morning sun seemed to
promises a good day, but my lack of social skill
made me feel like a fool and gave me just a sad
evening with shamefaced tears.




It’s the new born year and still early day after the fireworks.
The neighbours still sleeps like dogs, far from the world’s
noise. The silence has no weight in January, but I miss you
strongly now. You said you wanted me and it was easy for me
to be romantic and dreamy about you. But when I told you so –
you dissolved in my sight as easy and quickly as a morning dew
in summertime.  I think it’s weird though – people say they want
passion in their lives, but when they get a chance and a “yes” –
they disappear like a greased lightning. I don’t know what planet
you run off to, but when weekdays are back I hope you will catch up
with me. And if you not – I will attach my phone number in my next
poem and hope for better luck with someone else…



(the image is the cover of Hem’s third album fr 2006)


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