1st of March

Only rays of sun can be catching me off guard - Oklou

One day you will arrive home and everything will be gone.

The things you once cared about so tenderly, the piano lessons,

foot stains on the floor,

the robot that called your name.

They will call it "independence" or "moving on",

but you will know it is loss.

And you will grieve that something has changed, initially,

and you will cherish that something has changed, finally.

One day you will have already lied down, beams of light across the room,

your face shaded.

A completely whole self

will have thought "I couldn´t ask for more",

and you will know already then.

How briefly that sensation moves across the body.

One evening you will get home, one empty room,

washed walls.

Something might unsettle you, something you long for,

and everything else will fall back into place.

Now, that timely feeling,

empty spaces opening

fresh, shining once more.