Time to go
Another night finished.
Lost dreams, lost wishes.
New ones came along, it wasn’t all
that bad.
I should have kept that dream for once – our walk was pleasant.
My shoe is finished.
Well, at least the left one,
like I said,
There’s always the right one.
I look outside.
It stopped raining.
Damn I liked the rain,
It gave meaning to the night.
the last time I will write about the foreign exchange student, promise.
I wonder what she is thinking as she
goes to bed?
I wonder if she does?
I wonder what cup-man thinks of all this.