Needed to
visit granny’s
old flat
not that I wanted to
spurn away
empty old
fashioned
phantoms from
wardrobes full
of high-quality
knitwear and
hand-crafted
buttons
not that I wanted to
let a never-existed
way of reality
encroach to
mine with
photos in frames
porcelain figures and
stuff I don’t even
know how to use
not that I wanted to
search for a
meaning in a
meaningless
life
not that I wanted to
stand there as the
only reason she
lived once.