unfold my heart like origami paper

smooth out the creases

where tiny red pebbles catch

in cracks

pitched up by a running track

near my flat

in Zurich

I’m broken open

low-key grief the loss

of runs in the dark

we shared so much

I took it all in didn’t I

does anyone else feel

nostalgia for metal grates

in paths that no one else noticed?

It was mine, mine, mine…  my love

don’t know I could ever

go back

you can’t step in that

same snow twice

oh for a drink

drunk-comfort

an old friend

to avoid

all those things

the fear, afraid, scared and cold

like

I fucked up