a week with you

it lasted all week

this infatuation with you

when I met you, I wasn’t satisfied

with what I saw for the first time

and then I retreated to my little world

until you called

me again

with my things under your wing

you kept coming closer to me

until the explosion of pure adrenaline

when I met you for the second time

my mind confused

refused

to eat, to think, to love

while you planned another route

how could I let you go?

at first, I wanted to

but after a while

I yearned for you to come back

but it was too late for that

so, what do we do now?

you there, everywhere, me here, in one place

I’m stuck and you’re free, but is this freedom worth it?

alone on the road, meeting mates’ maintenance

white nights, French fries, dirty socks

on a tower made of steel

where your vacation was sincere

in your own arms

I wish I was there in yours every time

like this

I miss

your eyes, your lips, your almost bald head

your dry hands

reminiscence of mine

I think somehow

we were made for mutual warmth

but you never let yourself think

of me as your partner

and I don’t want to insist

though you are the only one I truly miss

now

latent among boxes of divergent sizes

befit not only for one life, but for a thousand of them

would you like me if I told you that

I’d love to replace them all

for one you –

the only one in my field of view

-

for M.

-

(2022 – 2023)

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