Continued

by Piotr Sommer

Nothing will be the same as it was,

even enjoying the same things

won’t be the same. Our sorrows

will differ one from the other and we

will differ one from the other in our worries.

And nothing will be the same as it was,

nothing at all. Simple thoughts will sound

different, newer, since they’ll be more simply, more newly

spoken. The heart will know how to open up and love

won’t be love anymore. Everything will change.

Nothing will be the same as it was

and that too will be new somehow, since after all,

before, things could be similar: morning,

the rest of the day, evening and night, but not now.