Yellowish books

Unshaved and absent minded

Local market

His eyes not fixed on anything in particular

He knows the books by heart

Cheap and filthy

His lifetime books with yellowish pages he’s selling

Trapped in a distant past his mind

Local flea market

Cologne somewhere downtown

No more space in the livingroom’s shelves

Cheap and easy

Paying for breakfast and due bills most probably

Trapped in the thought my mind

In spite of the spring afternoon

The familiar feeling of having nothing to hold on to

Selling my lifetime books

Distant past or future

Lost in thoughts until–

Until your hand dragged me out of my thoughts and the crowd

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