Music by David Julyan.
We left in a hurry;
our lives hastily packed in the two carrier bags:
a toothpaste, some snapshots from the last Christmas
(we’ve already forgotten aunt Mary was alive back then,
her lipstick smudged around the edges) and our birth certificates
to keep safe for the afterlife, when we’re not here, not anymore.
We left so quickly that the whole journey’s nothing more than a blur;
I can’t even remember myself
breathing in or out.