some evenings are quiet
some are not
i am alone
i the balcony
at this quiet hour
listening only to the -slightly deranged- upstairs neighbour
spitting on the ground
from the balcony above me
i drink the last drops of port
imported from my last trip to portugal
imported from a place i loved within a week
what happened to me?
what happened?
when did i fall asleep and
have i woken up?
i am trying to count minutes
minutes and hours
before someone comes and
takes me out of this
out of this.
i will be waiting minutes and hours
and drops of wine
drizzle and driving
some evenings are quiet
this is not