the last night of a proces that begun a long time ago
in a flat that we won't see again.
that became a temporary home for two weeks
with wine and smoke
like good old times
that felt like green balloons and drinks on the rock and the perfect sunset in the summer of 2001 and paper plates thrown out of a window
looks like what it used to be
yet it is no longer

then it is gone
and then you hear the sound of someone typing on the keyboard
the same key over and over again

a moment of suitable silence adieu
roll the dice

and then we start again
or i do
me?