01.07 am
humid horrible night
spilling drinks and words
a bin
covered with water and fake sun-tan like mud
threw the keys in it
walked away

postscript: the only place i feel like home anymore
is with you (A.D.N)

postscript

how i wish you were here

sometimes it's like silence
and it falls with a loud noice
leaving the rest unsaid

it's been a year, or maybe more, or maybe less
stuck with drops
regardless of place and season

sometimes it's like a silence
a moment of it is longer than you needed
the next step is not to be taken

really it's been a year
with or without trust
it's been a year