Violet call 

Numbers in the calendar keep on turning
no way back to the previous life

time was ticking out already, are we better this way?

she asks herself, she asks herself a lot of things these days

Her mother, my mother

I am now the mother
Wednesday night, fast forward button and 2 years have passed

Ironic change of roles, she looked comfortable somehow

No more free piece of advices nor defying eyes while having breakfast

Thursday morning fast forward button and time, TIME speeds up somehow


My brother, his mother

I have become the household mother

Thursday 11am– no head ups, no warning-up-call but the violet call

No time to rewind
no TIME to rewind the already set up chain of unfolding events

Thursday afternoon all noises were simply silenced, all thoughts caught up inside her brain

My mother, now I’m her mother

I wish she was still my mother
Faces in the contact list keep on changing

no way back to the previous life


time was ticking out already, are we better now? she asks herself

she asks, in spite of knowing
there’s not and there will not be any valid answer to that

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