One daisy, one rose, one…

I stock up the plates, take the glasses to the kitchen, some ask: ‘Shall I help?’ But I say: ‘they’ll still be there tomorrow.’ Some pour themselves another drink. To outsmart those people, I put the bottle back in the cabinet. Some take it out again, just as easily.

I look at myself from a distance. There I am, in bed. Looking peacefully, restless… And there you are, you, they, they are there but I can already smell it. I feel her hand in my slightly opened hand. The smell of my, my dear beloved… I am young again. Pretty, dancing around, waving him hello… introducing him… Welcome to my home. Forget… me… not.