A Message


This is indeed unbearable.
Empty rooms look at me reproachfully.
I rearrange the boxes again and make it an early night.

Someone, I don't know who, told me that it supposed
to be this way. When everything is over, It too will be
forgotten. But I'm bad at forgetting.

Someone came to help me. Now the boxes
are in their place. I rest, although I
accomplished nothing.

This is indeed very different, new rooms.
In all rooms my life is turning It's back
on me.