At Least by Katarína Mlichová

18/10/2011 17:18

My sweetheart used to have dark eyes

At least she didn’t have a dark soul

 

My home used to be full of books

At least they were not full of rubbish

 

My days used to be infinite

At least it has come to an end

 

My friends used to be as few as stars in the daylight

At least

 

My head used to provide space for many UFOs

At least some of them landed on paper

 

My times used to be full of addicts

At least they got used to death

 

My evenings used to listen to the soul music

At least I wasn’t lonely

 

My eyes used to get wet easily

At least I did not suffer from depression

 

My laugh used to make other people laugh

At least life was colourful

 

My hopes used to write my daydreams

I did not have daymares, at least

 

My hands used to draw my hands

At least they used to hold daisies

 

My ways used to be extreme

At least  I did it my way it seems

 

This poem used to have no title

I’ll give it one at the end

 

At least