On certain days
when sun’s not high,
the thoughts break in,
the swallows fly.

In this meek blue
my pain begins.
And in July
I discover why.

It’s a greater sadness,
no explanation, just a whim.
I’m telling myself I’d be happier
if I just had a certain ‚him‘.

But I am finding out
that the issue is bigger
and I see myself
as a blurred out figure.

No words that could help,
though I shout, finally.
Yet no one is here,
I am missing out glee.

So I turn to the sea.
She takes the sorrows. And me.

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Gedicht und Collage von mir.