i pointed out that the sum of us
could be multiplied by tears
divided by hopes and dreams
and finally subtracted by years

i hope he does –
what i obviously could not
i hope you remember you
and it does not become forgot

my future
has moved from the trenches
into no mans land
from frying pan
but not necessarily
into a fire

something tells me –
that your happiness is fake
you look –
like someone who has never found the brake