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the books are flying of the shelves
landing on the floor with a bang
with every book that hits the floor
her anger increases

how much she had hoped
that these books would help her
to improve her life
to organise her time
to become more assertive
to be more successful
to find meaning and joy
and meet her eternal soulmate
she had followed their advice
trusting their beautiful words
but has been disappointed
again and again and again

I watch her and see her anger increase
and wonder if she realises that
she is now finally helping herself
she listens to the cars
passing by the window
soon the church bell
will have struck twelve times
welcoming a new day

but when she hears
the bell‘s joyful sound
sadness creeps into her soul
as she knows that
nothing has changed
I came
to the foreign city
hoping to find myself
but instead
I have lost myself
even more
who are you writing for
he asks
having just read
one of her poems

not for you
she answers
and leaves the room
I look at you and wonder
why our roles have changed
but just when I begin to worry
you hug me and smile
I can feel your love
reaching my soul
and making it dance with joy
and I understand
that it does not matter
if our roles have changed
as long as the love
we have for each other
has stayed the same
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