Stormy nights
Grey skies in the morning
The rain on the windows
Having tea on the couch
I do miss my county
And the people I love
My first or my second
It still is my home
And no matter where I go
The lights are still on
And if I follow them back
It’s as if I was never gone
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It had been weeks since Marta had seen her favourite neighbour, Rado. She figured he might have forgotten her. She felt more lonely in the last days, without Rado coming around. Where had the sweet man gone? Why was there no knock on the door, and Rado coming in with pastries in his hand, as each morning? It was now just one cup of coffee instead of the usual two she brewed. It made her nervous and she put her hands in her pockets, as she had no idea what to do with them. The clock was ticking as she looked outside, her face frowned as a beat-up pillow. Life wasn’t easy for her, as a divorced lady with not too much attention from men other than Rado. He himself was a repairman and worked long days, for that reason he always enjoyed the coffee with Marta before he’d start. She poured her own coffee and put a spoonful of sugar, then threw the spoon into the sink. And so she drank it, without milk, and let it burn her tongue. He wasn’t there and she could feel it, the pain deep inside her heart. And would he come back? She didn’t know. She finished her coffee and wondered where time had gone. And where Rado had gone. Perhaps he was still getting pastries, or doing repairs somewhere.
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Ivan had once more pushed his limits. Spent his money lavishly. He’d been out on the town all night and had a couple of drinks. Then bought a bottle and tried to invite some ladies over, just for company. When none seemed interested, he asked some guys to joined him. Just to make friends. Yet he ended up going home alone. He talked to the cab driver, about love and how they hadn’t found it so far. But both were satisfied with life. The cab driver was the realest person Ivan had met all week. And as he got home, he smoked a cigar on his balcony. It must have been after midnight. In the apartment blocks across the streets, one light after another shut off. And so the stars shone bright in the midnight sky. Ivan looked at them and felt good about himself. And even though he would have liked sharing this moment with someone, he didn’t mind too much. The stars now were his company and everything was fine. He felt alone but not lonely. And if he ever would feel lonely, he would take a cab to town. Not to buy these drinks again, but perhaps just to chat with the driver.
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