End of Summer

I’m in my car near our hut,

mint leaves in my pocket and in my eyes

the end of summer that has passed here you were so good to me

you were so good.

we moved in with all we had

all furniture, all our things.

With our newborn.

And we moved out with a plastic bag at midnight.

the lake is fully visible now

the trees are bare.

last time i’ve been here

there was two birds lying outside dead now only the feathers are left.

The hut was ours for two weeks here

you helped me to return back to life from having given birth

nowhere else did I see so much death

as when giving birth to our son.

Death was around the corner, waiting.

They say, when we are born we die up there

When we die we are born in heaven.

There are no colours of heaven here. I drive off.