24/04/2017

my friend and I talk about love while playing basketball in the dark

we forgot how to love
at least
it seems that way
of course
it may be
that all of the past
horrible things
that happened
to each of us
just taught us
to be cautious
(to be scared)
to demand more
(to be scared)
to be not so
god-damn trusting
(to be scared)
...
three points for me
at least that's what
you say
I can't see
very well
we both
have a sip of the beer
your ball
...
or maybe
people actually got
so bloody boring
and not very
interesting
and if so
that could mean
it happened also
to us
(we are the people
after all)
...
you score
and we drink
a little bit more
...
so nothing happened
in a while
few meaningless
affairs maybe
definitely
nothing more
definitely
not love
(at best
a like button)
and we forgot
and un-learnt
and devolved
(deloved?)
...
ball goes somewhere
to our left
to disappear
in the night
we finish
our beers
and follow it
(we are
disappeared)