Happy birthday/Su gimtadieniu

It’s been a thousand days

no, stop

after all, some say time does not exist.

 

 

Three.

Three times since saying your name

I meant you

Every time you disappear a little

i don’t remember the colour of your hair.

 

 

You know, i disappear too

somebody new stands in my shoes now

like the king after king’s death.

 

 

My thoughts are poems now

everyday i invent yet another way to leave

none of them actually work

like my body would be so ashamed

to die by it’s own hand.

 

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