Escape

Out of these memories I have escaped
while you have walked out of my life
and I do not think back to it,
the apartment door slamming close with force.

I am the stranger walking in the streets,
the man that stays single,
whose hair flaps wild in the wind
where cars drive past in the rain.

I am the one who stands blinded
at the shore
who finds no answers,
who life passes by

even when he addresses God;
all the lovely things between you and me have now been destroyed.

[Reference: Ontvlugting (Escape) by Ingrid Jonker.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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