Out of reach

I drink frozen margeritas
on a Friday afternoon
I’m waiting for the train
and I’ve forgotten my phone
and I feel lost
out of contact with the world
even with Sofie that is to meet me
at the end of the line

You don’t know people’s numbers by heart anymore

In panic I called the office
to arrange a meeting
and get it back
        – my life

But so many ’what if’s still linger
I’m nowhere to be reached

Chewing ice and trying to relax
The margerita’s really good
   fresh limey crystal
   sweet sugar sucked in
to soften my brain


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