We Will Get There, 2012

You said let's leave tonight.
I said and go where?
You said don't know, anywhere but here.
I said it don't matter, we won't make it there.

It was 4 o'clock in the morning when you rushed out of my apartment. I could still hear your running down the hallway. You got a call, said it was urgent. Three days later still no news from you but hey, this was not the first time you disappeared on me. Remember the time when your dog was sick, or that other time when you had to queue for some limited-edition shoes. You know I never liked the smell of cigarettes you left in my room, but when it fades I miss it.

I was about to imitate you and light up a cigarette when somebody came knocking on the door. There were two men who claimed to be working for the land-lady and were here for maintenance. That was the last thing I remembered.

The truck has been driving for some time now, John Lennon's Imagine was playing on the radio. You sang it to me the other night, I thought you were amazing. You told me not to worry and that everything is going to be okay.

The song was finished, and the truck stopped.