What more can I say?
The name is on my brain, on my tongue, on my lips.
It's in their words,
in their looks,
in their gestures.
We converse and somehow find ourselves back there.
We have nothing more to say and somehow find ourselves back there.
We pass by and somehow find ourselves back there.
To New York, to London, to Stockholm, to Vilnius, then onto Klaipeda.
No, I won't be here in the fall.
Yes, it is soon.
No, I won't see her all year.
No,
and then yes,
and then yes,
and then no.
I've spent all year somewhere else, now let me be here and let me rest.
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