A katana is gathering dust behind the door…
You left it to me as a keepsake when you left
… Dust spares no one
August leaves me. I think it’s early
But it must be so, he says …
… Do you remember our summer for two?
It was such a funny time
It’s almost September outside now
in the apartment – unfinished tea …
and we are no longer with those …
A katana is gathering dust behind the door…
Dust spares no one…
August is gone… It’s still early…
But it must be so, he says …