August
The alarm clock breaks the silence
Someone is on vacation
and she sounds for hours
How cold it is

August
you look out on a sick heart
five o’clock in the evening
and it’s already pitch dark
winter in August

The ice
settles and covers things
the waiting for the warm freezes also the dead
How cold it is

If it is not true that you’re afraid
it’s not true that you feel alone
it’s not true that it’s cold
then why are you trembling in this August?

August
is written on your calendar
maybe you slept six months
but you’re so tired
so tired