Last 3 letters of the spring

I walk the same path every day

tracking my traces in hopes I’d meet you again

and say 

all of this time it was just—character development 

Upgrading a couple of now strangers to eternal soulmates 

Hunting each other in turns

My hips are hurting 

ice sharp, rocky covers for sale 

My poems, let’s say

They are

An altar for my saviour syndrome—Give up the ghost! 

never – I scream at the wind, some things they 

they never change

I’ll sell my soul to an old gypsy

and play pretend—perhaps you also noticed:

All our favorite places have closed 

since then

I bet the sky was also blue

I bet the city still remembers

all the lives afflicted 

I bet the metro witnessed

all the stillness 

of her tired metaphors 

running in circles like a mouse high on sugar 

The internet says it’s a brain tumour

Hanging by a thread

In a wireless era

Wire your brain to resist the calling of running

when it finally finds you

A little bit early

in the mid of June

prettiest girl ever

a woman with hips ice sharp

wearing different coloured socks 

and he said

You are a bit too early 

I’ll hate myself If I have to run, but I have to

I always do

and out of nowhere 

I want to cut all of my hair off

Move to another country 

Burn all your clothes 

burn myself if I must

Intrusive thoughts meaning

The idea of being the only one sober

In a crowded bar

Haven’t seen you in ages 

I think I am drowning on land dry

Hanging by a thread

leaving my body behind 

running in circles like a mouse high on sugar

Tracing my steps 

Hoping I’ll meet you again 

I’ll sell my hair to an old gypsy

and play pretend

I bet he also noticed that

All of my favorite places have closed their doors

since then