by Arend Victorie
(2009)
English version by Reinhard F. Hahn (2009)
How many times did I bump into you
in the evening,
the two of us with the dog,
ordinary, chatting,
timeless,
cigarette in mouth?
Just that little chat,
knowing
that things are all right, or not.
Just stopping,
both of us
frozen in time.
How often do you think I
still think of you
alone with my dog,
knowing
that it isn’t going to happen again?
So now I’m standing here
alone
with my dog and my shag,
and feel that I
miss
my neighbor in black.