When I got home
after seven hours in the train, alone,
you were there.
You are here.
Were you waiting for me?
To welcome me?
You are everywhere.
Did you wait for me?
Did you miss me?
Now you kiss me.
So many of you, all around.
Falling light
falling from the sky
at night.
Cover me, with your embrace.
Didn’t feel welcome there.
I freeze.
And not welcome here.
You cover everything, as if you hate it.
Throw over your blanket.
Do you hate it? Wanna drown me?
With your beauty,
that we don’t see
your unique many.
Many unique, do you have a soul?
Or a global common being?
Do you have a goal?
Or no living.
But soon, there is nothing left.
Just drops of water in my hair.
I’m finally home.
And you aren’t there.