After the summer vacations


When you’re left there and
everyone has traveled back
to their own and your rooms
fills you to the brim with their
silence and emptiness and all
the new things you bought for
yourself – shopping in gaiety
community with your visiting
dears at summer vacation, all
to make you feel nice and cosy
when left behind again – seems
to mock you with their shiny
and unused cruelty, reminding
you of your inutility and you
ask yourself “what’s the point”
and then pain and cold slowly
creeps into your heart and soul
for no reason at all, then –
what will you do with yourself?

Sunbathing at Pueto Valla

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