I stood down the road when you shut the door for the last time the car was already packed we looked at us arms in arms eye to eye hand in hand and although I know the plane would need just a few hours and a phonecall just a sec to get to you/ to get through I know our relationship will be a different one because you're not here, you're not here not seeing you not touching you no spontaneous “come on, let's go” – don't wanna hold you but I have to say i'm sad I wanna hold it back but my tears are falling down straight my inner side feels like a broken world that is based on porous fragments while you left with mummy's red car I kept standing in your ex-door frame – and I know I'll miss this time did you know it's possible to unlearn to speak, to think and to laugh just watch my mum and I know I'll miss this time yes, you were my continuum the person who knows my everyday life, who knows my development who knows me inside out and I know I'll miss this time I'm missing the conversations, the laughing the jokes, yes, the silly jokes and the hang arounds and I know I'll miss this time I need a talking partner a constant one no, not a therapist I need a friend, a real one – got someone here, got someone there (but there's no line, no continuity that really binds us, nor connects our meetings and new stories with the last ones) to talk to someone who knows your context and your every- day life is a different thing a frequency to talk to another once in 3 months I guess it's much to less, you know it's much to less stop here go on fulfill your dreams, the world is ours ready to be taken two lifes, two paths following, accompanying and crossing each other just for a while – as I took a look on pictures of me I saw you in me, on me we're behaving like the ones around and so we're changing, oh no, so we're collecting roles – and as it couldn't be worse a certain way of me to behave and to talk and to think left with you, left as you did