One day

I will start again.

I will look into the mirror and I will see a man who is proud of what he is.

He will be worn out and dying. That’s because he’s been holding back time. He needs it.

One day

I will write a song.

I will pen the melody she always wanted to hear.

She will be empty from the overflow. I will still be in Chaos. I need it.

One day

I will have a girl. I will name her Aurora.

She will be hated and loved, as her father was, but in a good way. She needs it.

One day

I will forget what I was supposed to get from the supermarket.

I will get all the wrong things.

She will despise me. Nothing new. Everything counts in large amounts.

One day

I will ask you to stop telling lies about me. I will stop telling the truth about you.

I will forgive. I won’t forget.

One day

My only companion will be an ashtray.

At least it won’t complain as I read out my poetry. I’m complacent.

One day

I will listen to Lou Reed on vinyl, when vinyl is long gone.

I will feel old, older than I should. I will listen. I will remember.

One day

I will get on the wrong train leading to the right destination.

I will not part with Chaos. I still need it.

One day

I will fade to grey.

I will become my grandfather.

I will walk the dog, aimlessly through the city.

I will take him to a shelter, and leave him there. Good boy, stay here, be happy as you would have been if I was younger.

One day

I will go to the cemetery to visit my family.

One day

I will stay with them.

Fig. 1 St. James Gardens, Liverpool. © Erik Davidkov

Fig. 1 St. James Gardens, Liverpool. © Erik Davidkov