a beautiful girl

with flowing hair

who came from my hometown

forgot

I don’t speak her language

unexpectedly

she has another name

randomly

although I mentioned Lisbon

forgot

my dress was from there

we all talked about our children

and she

had told her sister about me

flatteringly

for a moment I

forgot

to be angry

or even sad and

lonely

what did she say

forgot

(ich habe vergessen, aber ich verstehe meistens)

she goes through life, ich denke sehr

differently

to me. And yet… und doch… we have so much / wir haben viel

similarly

and I just remembered I

forgot

to sing happy birthday

 

 

Today’s prompt was  to write a poem that relies on repetition.