If it was one thing she could do
it was to forget about me
she used to change plans
and opinions on a whim
without taking me into account
life used to feel empty and numb
and the fog was usually bleek and heavy
when I was around her
if it was one thing we could do
it was to constantly misunderstand each other
and the words used to twist and turn around us
and Sweden and China used to feel numb and cold
with grey skies and lost dreams
if it was one thing I was able to do
it was to forget about myself and
stay silent
and not to lose face
until I felt I lost everything
if it was one thing I could do it was to
fly from place to place like a leaf in the wind
and the world used to feel expectedly unfamiliar
wherever I travelled
if it was one thing I could do
it was to be light as the sky
and angry at the same time