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I found you
The way I lost you,
Like a wandering cloud,
On a full moon night.
You were chatting animatedly
With another female medical student.
I saw you,
You saw me.
Was mesmerised
By the sight of you.
You kept on talking
Looked again
Then you smiled,
A broad, sympathetic smile.
Came to me
Said, ‘Hallo!’
With a sweet smile.
We went to a student bar,
Drank a few glasses of Chardonay.
Your were tipsy
I had to bring you to bed.
Your favourite expression was:
‘Süss!’
You found everything
In life sweet,
When you were stoned.
It was all too sweet,
Till you put your mask away,
To reveal what lay beneath.
Pretending to be
What you weren’t.
Your manic depression
Got the better of you.
The sleep therapy
In the Black Forest clinic,
Had helped you only for a while.
I saw you once,
From a street-car window,
Pulling and walking around
With your Bollerwagon,
Your entire belongings,
A blank expression
On your white face.
A drifter in the city,
No, life’s not sweet,
To some.
The last I heard of you was
You’d jumped out of your room
In Freiburg west,
On a gloomy Sunday
High on ecstasy.
Adieu, my lovely.
I lost you
The way I found you. |
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