She smiled, that one last smile
A long sweet breath, just before
‘Was ich noch zu sagen hätte
dauert eine Zigarette’
A familiar sight for her
Someone leaving or her leaving
The sentence remains the same
‘und ein letztes Glas im Stehn’
The train left, felt unsecure
But sure in the direction of home
A place so unfamiliar as a new song
Yet exciting like any first travel
What would be its rhythm?
What would make her unravel
every little detail with the same
amazement when in a foreign land?
Would she find again
die Freiheit, die Zeitlosigkeit
without personal boundaries
or familiar cultural convention?
What would make her smile
and recognize that last sentence
‘Das im eigenen Fenstern
das Licht auch wieder wärmer scheint?’
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person of inspiration: the bravest decisions are the ones that seem so obvious, but feel yet so intimidating. You made one by returning home – hope you forgive me my ‘playful’ use of German and of course I borrowed generously from Reinhard Mey – Gute nacht Freunde
place of inspiration: Amsterdam, The Hague and that one time in Tunis
illwriteuapoem 
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