Summer 2018

Summer two thousand eighteen,
unusual heat hugged this part of the world
when we met again,
all my questions came to an end:

Nothing heavy surrounded me,
no regrets
no shame
I just could see clear and I know
I have done the most beautiful thing I could:

Now I’m asking myself if
I’m ready to embark on this journey
alone, with no one to blame
or to fixate on,
all the questions that have been more of an excuse:
who am I?

Summer two thousand eighteen,
I wrote goodbye to my poems.

AB – 11.9.18


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