it's not your room anymore
people took it over
changed everthing except walls and floor
but I swear I can still smell you
here
the clock is still a few minutes ahead
you once told me it was running too fast
and you often had to take a few minutes back
I wonder who took over that task
here
your desk is gone
as well as your tea collection and books
no plants and not even languïstic decorations
now it's just neutral territory
here
But you're still here!
your photo on the wall supports my memory
(that wasn't there when you still lived)
and from this day on
your name is on the door