The clocks get set back
soon
with another hour I'll have
to relive
It's 9pm.
I'm in front of a computer screen
rewriting a verse
I've been working on
for years
It's 7pm.
I'm trudging to the train station
unhaunted
It's 3pm.
I'm in Heidelberg
on a bench
waiting for a ghost
to inhabit me;
I wait 4 hours
then leave
It's 1pm.
Further south
overlooking a lake
hoping not to drown
holding my breathe
for longer than
I thought I could;
I take note of my endurance
for pain
It's 11am.
I'm in an airplane
writing you a letter you'll save
and burn in front of me later
It's 9am.
We watch a movie
about the future
and space travel
It's 7am.
I met you
and a lightning bolt
hit me;
you gave me
your watch
to remember something
I want to forget