Barbed wire over the high wall.
My insecurities of losing you, losing it all, rushed through the night like Harmattan.
Dry and cold.
In a corner of the deadly city night.
I listened to the party inside the wall.
The party I had planned, the party I ruined minutes ago.
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I was really bad at saying goodbye.
But I didn’t want to be haunted by your absence every single night.
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Talk to me, moon of the African warrior king.
Who’s gotta know my diary better than him?
Who’s going to bring out the best of me?
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A knock on the heavy door.
My embarrassment followed me as I paced back and forth in the corridor.
No one answered. No one called.
I eavesdropped on the faint late night TV show behind the door.
Half wishing you were awake, half wishing you were asleep with loud snore.
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Next morning early I woke.
I watched a parrot playing with drizzle on the window sill.
You came in despite all the weird things that were caused by me.
My sorry turned into a silent hug and farewell kisses.
Will we ever meet again? I think so.
I tucked my notes into his hand before time and space seperated us once and for all.
River on Baltic Sea 
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