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I would knock on your door
somewhere late at night.
I would have heard your step to the door
your trembling fingers
gently touch my hand.
"close your eyes"
- count to three,
one two Three.
wake up
you are alone again
and again in his bed.
living your boring life
counting the flying days of the week.
But here again everything is the same
the same wallpaper
the same bottle of unfinished wine.
your perplexity in your head:
"what is your fault?"
gracefully opening a bathrobe
go to the store
in winter, minus thirty,
even on the street just minus five.
lie down on the warm snow
let yourself pick up
close your eyes,
count to three:
one two Three.
and you are next to her again
and this is just a dream
and you wake up in the snow, frozen.