my childhood
in pieces
when you met him
the devil
you let him in
in your life
and so in mine

my home
in pieces
when we moved in
together
with the devil
there was no together left
for me and you

my family
in pieces
when he became a part of it
the devil
where were you
when I needed you?
oh right, you cried
because of him
and I cried because of you

my cheerfulness
in pieces
when your cheerfulness
left our relationship
where were you
when I wanted to end things?
oh right, you were busy
not ending things with him
the devil

my mom
in pieces
where did she go,
where did you go?
at some days I had to
ask myself, will it
ever
get better?
and I know the answer
and you know it too
and that's the worst
thinking:
no.

- a poem for my mother