for my boy far far away

my poem no 4:

heaviness in my fingers

and every smile coming through the screen hurts a little

i miss your warmth

and I’m saying it even though it’s a kitsch

every day it’s raining

the day after tomorrow I’ll run into the rain and I won’t come back till I’ll get ill

till I’ll feel all the seas laying between us on my bare skin

in the evenings I‘m praying to an unknown god

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