The parks turned to cemetaries
The office buildings, lounge bars
9 to 5 chilling,
Wearing slippers, eating salad
Mind mimicking the music.
Yesterday forgot its role
And I’m here alone...
I forgot to sleep.
Nevermind. I’m ok.
But under the slipper,
In the building’s reflection,
Carved on a tomb,
A verse from a tune –
The consequence
of our existence.
So foreign yet we’re neighbours.
It makes me sad
I’m here every day
But you’re absent
I wish I was a teacher
To send you a letter
Asking for a reason
Not to attend my lesson
If I knew it, I wouldn’t attend it either.
