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)

*** (let's just forget ourselves)

let’s just forget ourselves

you - me

and me – you

because there are

no words

to describe us

together

let’s forget ourselves

and get drunk

on our own

you

and I

at the Korsakoff’s place

where every empty bottle

stands for every empty promise

and every smoked cigarette

is an anaesthetic

let’s just forget our

past selves

and what we could have become

…

forgetting to forget

we start reading

thesaurus.

darling -

- pass me the light...