My dear,
I’ve seen the sky pouring so hard
like it was cut open,
and all the water it contains
just escapes like baby goats
running from the lion for their lives
Yet each time it happens,
a beautiful range of colours will soon come out,
as if to convince the spectators
that terrible and terrific come one after another

And now, once again,
the rain was pouring then the sun came out to play,
then it left and the moon then showed up
completing its cycle and marking your date,
the 25th of the 365th time they’re coming and going,
and soon there will be more rain and more sun and more snow and sun again,
and maybe the moon will play along at night or maybe you can’t relly see it,
but just remember, my Darling,
a phase makes a part of a bigger world,
and everything you are and you choose to be is great,
even at times you can’t realy see
Happy birthday, Sweetheart.
Everything will be alright.



Words have always been powerful,
descriptive, explanatory,
yet deceitful,
you take it how you want it
Especially when it comes to love,
they always use a language
I could never understand
So I try
to transform them to numbers,
because they never lie.

Of all 42 times
the moons have shown its full face,
only in the first ten,
you made my tide rose
with joy and sunshine and poetry
the rest you left me covered
with sorrow,
darkness and nothingness
Less than a quarter of time
of our whole togetherness
you made my heart warm
yet every time your name flashes up again,
I still hope this time it could be it.

Maybe this is what they mean,
when they talk of love.

AB – 4.8.17

Today is the Day

Today is the day
where all the waiting finally comes to an end
As expiry dates were tattooed on all hopes,
beyond this day, they will be poisonous
I’ve had my shares of wanting and expecting
and staying has become a word
that’s way too difficult to spell

Today is the day
where enough finally means something
No more looking back will be necessary beyond this point
The battle was lost for no particular reason
No negotiations, no explanations,
Just wounded soldiers,
too weak to even breathe

Today is your day,
I bid you farewell
It’s hard to admit that I lost this fight
and even harder to know
there was never a chance to win.

AB – 26.07.17. Happy birthday, my dear. Rest well, forget me easy.

Old Song

Remember that old song you used to like?
You used to listen to it all the time
You danced to it
You sang along
You memorised the lyrics by heart
You admired it religiously
You could relate,
and never got bored of it

Now that song still exists,
Just no longer in a way you would enjoy

(Why did you turn me to an old song?)

AB – 20.7.17


You did what you did
and I still ache
no matter how many times I tell myself
you can’t break what’s already broken

I learned that bruises can heal
and I hope you left only bruises
(How low can one be to hope for bruises?)
Instead I found new scars every day
even your ghost threw knives and never missed a spot

You left in peace and caused me chaos
my centre was shaken
my grounds shattered

I thought you can’t break what’s already broken
yet you did what you did
and I still ache

AB – 1.6.17

I only had a heart

Lately I’ve been counting
mostly days,
sometimes words
I wonder how long it will take
for the cold to leave
and how many words it will take
to turn ramblings into books
Sometimes I recount my words
and notice a pattern
that love used to be sunny
now it’s a pile of ice and dirt
And how the sun used to be cheap
available all year long
now it’s a memory
I yet have to overcome

I was once like the sun
shining away radiating love
expecting a smile
upon the face of my earth
My rays burned my heart

and I only had a heart.

AB – 20.04.17


The spring has come
and the sun stays this time
and the trees are racing
to give birth to new lives
and the flowers they blossom
and the petals greet children
that play with dogs in the park
and it used to be dark
and cold and sad
but now look around
even the earth teaches a lesson
that when one story ends
another one soon begins

The spring has come
and it took me some time
but my leaves are popping
my flowers blooming
and I lived
and survived
and I welcome this season
with the biggest smile I’ve owned
and with love that resides
within me all this time

AB – 26.3.17