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Poem

Cecilie Løveid

LOVE

I loved him. The weather was nice. I come to
his door and ring the bell.
He doesn’t open. I unlock the door and enter.
He is not in the kitchen.
All the doors in all the rooms are open. I walk on the
floors I washed. Up the stairs I washed. He is not at
home. His laptop glows. What does it glow for.
The wardrobe door is ajar.
I open it. He sits in there disappeared.
I walk downstairs to wait for him to come home.

KJÆRLIGHET

KJÆRLIGHET

Jeg elsket ham. Det var pent vær. Jeg kommer til døren hans og ringer på.
Han lukker ikke opp. Jeg låser opp døren og går inn.
Han er ikke på kjøkkenet.
Alle dørene i alle rommene står åpne. Jeg går på gulvene jeg vasket. Opp trappen jeg vasket. Han er ikke hjemme. Laptopen lyser. Hva lyser den for.
Skapdøren står på klem.
Jeg åpner den. Der inne sitter han forsvunnet.
Jeg går nedenunder for å vente på at han kommer hjem.
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LOVE

I loved him. The weather was nice. I come to
his door and ring the bell.
He doesn’t open. I unlock the door and enter.
He is not in the kitchen.
All the doors in all the rooms are open. I walk on the
floors I washed. Up the stairs I washed. He is not at
home. His laptop glows. What does it glow for.
The wardrobe door is ajar.
I open it. He sits in there disappeared.
I walk downstairs to wait for him to come home.

LOVE

I loved him. The weather was nice. I come to
his door and ring the bell.
He doesn’t open. I unlock the door and enter.
He is not in the kitchen.
All the doors in all the rooms are open. I walk on the
floors I washed. Up the stairs I washed. He is not at
home. His laptop glows. What does it glow for.
The wardrobe door is ajar.
I open it. He sits in there disappeared.
I walk downstairs to wait for him to come home.
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