Berlin

Nth floor, after the carpet stain and the rose
She knows how to make a house a home
The light is soft, the air is cold
And we’re just in our own world
Of yarn, and fabric and corn.

I played games with strangers
That felt like friends
And my friends briefly felt like strangers
Until the kettle went off
And the oolong melted the ice.

And it snowed, and my cheeks burned
And I ran in a park that looked like mine
Castle lake and dogs and all.

We fumble with the foreign and familiar
In a cocktail maker that was meant for margaritas
The trains are yellow, hugs are warm,
But the words mean nothing on their own.

I wake up to the smell of fresh scones
Like when we were young(er)
And we had all that going on.
But now there is more nuance
And we already know the song.