Sounds rippling through the pavement,
images cracking across that one house,
feelings meandering past windows.
Berlin is a million heartbeats away –
the city without memories.
Untied shoes on broken walls,
prosaic texts on plastic phones,
rotten butterflies on shaky hands.
Stockholm is a memory away –
the city of a million heartbeats.
Scents fragmenting the gardens,
touches slivering that one front door,
heartaches blasting through keyholes.
Somewhere, without our heartbeats,
without our memories: home.