Erinnerungen

Memories pass me by like the Berlin U-Bahn:

a rattling, a streak of light, a brief glance through the window and gone.

Some hold for only one station.

Others travel straight through me without stopping.

I see faces I long wanted to forget,

like reflections in the glass: there, as long as the train is still moving.

And when the doors close, only the echo remains

that metallic “soon… soon…”,

as if time itself were departing.