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you were diligent with your papers
despite describing dyslexia
I didn’t notice it
just the face of a professional who has lost his track
in a life specked with too many spills
left school too early, never got back
so now you have to play catch-up
life on the road with papers under your arm
penned, zipped, lived through, delivered
I thought this was your best side
like a teacher who used to sit
but he was never aware of that
intelligent form of his work
which I am looking at now
impressed
that you have changed
at that very moment
you changed
light years away from you own self
and only one question remains
will you let me take you there
where the most knowledge lies
where no one can enter and destroy it
where the true core of life lives
away from this earthly garment
because you can’t judge a book by its cover
every wise man knows it
stunned by people like you
not so educated, but seeing through
this invisible shell of life
from the marine species you’ve learned to despise
since childhood
abandoned by your own sailor dad
I wish you were my brother in some way
to share your worries and smiles
the latter was exceptionally shown to me on the first day
of meeting you, yet unrecognised by my heart
oh, I wish I was wiser with you from the start
I could have had more than I had left –
just blank pages to fill out
with my thoughts dripping like blood
from the fountain pen I always had
by my side
I advised you anyway
keeping a road log for me
I’d like you to believe me
that my intentions were sincere
shame you never thought I was in your arms
despite words sweet as honey
oh, I wish you’d take me everywhere with you
that much I miss you weeping alone in every corner
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for M.
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(2022 – 2023)
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