Stockholm

A boy looks like an old man
He huddles in the cold
And reaching for the darkness
Away from the half-light

A dark girl wanders on
She bears a wound for you

A car comes to a halt
Inside a is waiting
He is calling his house
Eyes fixed at the gun

A bag is tossed on the ground
Its content′s already used
The cold subsides and someone dies
There in the half-light

He is calling his house
Eyes fixed at the gun

A language she don't know
Telling her about love
She lets him in
He takes his chance

Published:

22 December, 2021