You & me we were the pretenders

Du var ung, jag yngre

Bruce Springsteen i högtalaren

dina fingrar kammade mitt trassliga hår,

smekte min kind då och då.


Vi var de som aldrig slutade kämpa

vi var de som aldrig gav upp

vi var de som dödsförklarades

innan vi tagit våra första andetag.


You and me we were the pretenders.


En natt i september

hittades en ung kille i Nissan

det var långt efter oss

det var långt innan henne


det sägs att dina fötter lämnade räcket



jag vill inte tro på det.





Skriven 2007/2008

Fingertip words

I catch my hands writing you messages sometimes
I wake up and the sheets are covered with fingertip words;
invisible to anyone but me
catch my hands sneaking messages to you on my cell
never in actual texts, always just a note


I never remember writing them


messages in bottles all over the atlantic ocean;
there's a girl still writing to you
she doesn't know how to not tell you things


even after ten thousand emails have bounced back

even after hundreds of texts failed to send
even after a cartoon of mails were delivered back; reciever not found


there's a girl in a bed covered with invisible words
and there's another girl in a casket six feet underground