An elegance of an empty apartment
Waltz of keys hand-off
Dance like a trance
Your walkout was a farce
Your panties along the stairway
But surprisingly much can be fitted in a single suitcase
You came back with larger ones
So large that you could even sit in those
I said, if you leave me on a sunny day like this
You can as well bring away the Sun with you
But yet that asshole still shining
Raping with its rays while I can still taste you
There won’t be cities or streets named after me
But mothers will tell cautionary stories about you
There will be a disease named after you
Some lethal, to which people die mouth open
Life is funny, isn’t it
And when it rains you get wet
You came picking up your last stuff
I picked up some last words
You’re leaving a mark
Vultures nesting in my heart
They come out between the syllables
When everything is gone, seagulls will stay
There’s a correct and necessary depth between us
You’re leaving a mark
I’m keeping my stubble
Stinging arrowtip, like a memory
As if swallowing something cutting
Sunshine forces me to wake up to you
Me and Töölö (1), we are not like before
Now you are just morticians and seniors
We passed out on Mansku (2)
It was the last time we could fit next to each other
Life is funny, isn’t it
And when it rains you get wet
You came picking up your last stuff
I picked up some last words
You’re leaving a mark