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Love poem 1417
The room feels cold. Empty. Distant.
I feel the wind slowly.
It whistles back at me with anger and frustration.
Lying down on my bed I see us:
we drown
we sink
we live
A storm, it´s here! Now what. Tell me!
Now what.
Walking around the room from side to side.
Desperation. Disconnection. He wants it.
She loves him so much. He loves her
But there´s a storm.
No captain, he has fallen
Where is the boat going? Help. She shouts. Help. He shouts
Together, on the same boat, on the same storm
where is the boat going? Help
“Please, I drown slowly” — he says.
She holds him, she tells him “I love you. Everything will be alright”
She does not know. That´s her. Optimism…
But him
He´s always the rational one. He knows we´re sinking
we drown
But if we drown, we drown together forever.
