One day in February.
I gave up love.
It hadn’t snowed that day.
What was funny
that the world has such a habit of
to follow step with melodramatic.
I was old, and I felt antique.
I fell that day
to myself a victim,
stumbled and probably broke my hand.
I don’t know, cause I didn’t go to the hospital.
I had 2700€ debts
and one treatment would have cost me the last three hundred.
that was still in budget.
I had still believed
that people have a future somewhere.
and love is more than a mating reflex
but what the old days can do
is to remind us that there is no basis
for that assumption.
People don’t even look at closer at each other.
do not admit their mistakes.
It hadn’t snowed that day
which was weird.
With a fidgeting tongue
on a white surface.
She looked like my mother with her hair done that way.
and my hand hurt when I woke up.
was it worth it?
I’ve seen her,
so I would have said yes.