Södermalm

The train rolls in to the south station on schedule, clean wide south station and a familiar face at the end of the platform. It’s been so long since you were here and yet no time at all has passed. Everything looks the same, but nothing is. Loss aches in you at every turn, the sun sets late over rhododendron bushes and you get another lilac bloom this season, aren't you lucky? We walked past my old apartment today and everything felt familiar, but past. The streets are quiet at night, the air cool.

I knew once what it was to know you. Now, I’m not so sure.