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Once in a while
he travels to the days
when he sang in choruses.

Clips the newspaper
until dawn
trying to file away events
that within seconds he forgets.
Goes out to the market on holidays
runs away to his village
to find his home is no longer his home
and his parents are not there.

Cries because he feels lonely
lost in the emptiness
in the silence of an internal monologue
that has lost the thread
between words and days.

I don’t ask anymore
my only wish is that he still mentions my name.

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