I sat on your bed
tracing the map of Berlin
a sorcerer remembering a warm spell of warm favour
though the Zoologischer Gardens and Tiergarten
and winding, wending along the banks of Spree
to a time that feels so long ago & amid the tyranny
of nostalgia, I reached out for it and it eluded
so I lay on your bed and you listened to my restlessness
like a child with a teller of stories
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