Af og til går nogen fra nogen uden at komme tilbage. Af og til bliver der meget stille når det sker. Lejlighedsvis bliver der fest og ballade. ”Du var her heller ikke da jeg vågnede…” er et aftryk i en hovedpude – et pudevor. Det er et suk af befrielse og et andet sted i byen et af fortvivlelse. Det er der hvor alting står stille og universet drejer endnu hurtigere end ellers. Det er håb, men håb om hvad? Den håbløse er lykkelig for han har opgivet og sover roligt om natten.

Det er det mistede barn. Den mistede forældre. Ven. Elskede. Trofaste fjende.

Og det er okay.

Du var her heller ikke da jeg vågnede, og alt efter hvem du er vil du heller ikke være her i morgen eller nogen andre dage ud i al fremtid. Det vil være smertefuldt og eller lykkeligt, men mest af alt er det et faktum.

Så tak, for at jeg fik min seng for mig selv da jeg vågnede. Kom igen en anden gang.

You stood right there in the shadow of yourself and smiled the way you can only smile when you look back on something that never happened…

You have left prints on the walls, the floor and all the furniture and I have not been able to wash them off or away. You owe me for soap and sandpaper…

I clearly remember the nights when you didn’t snore because you weren’t here. They were peaceful in a terrifying way.

We were never we. Never! It was just something we said so that the others wouldn’t feel lonely on our behalf. Now, for my sake, they must feel whatever they want…

I never asked you if you loved me, so won’t you just not answer? It doesn’t matter now Anyway.

I’m giving up, but it’s not because of you. I just can’t stand feeling anything all the time anymore. I just want to have a gin and tonic and sit and stare at a wall…

You always sit in the same place when you sit. It doesn’t matter, but it would be nice if you didn’t. And no, that doesn’t mean you have to go…

You were never really you. I wasn’t me either so you don’t have to hear for that, but I wish you or whoever you weren’t had been honest with me or whoever I was…

I don’t think there’s a single dream of yours I haven’t tried to live out, and yet you’ve kept them a secret from me. Why?