Of 2016

In 2016I lived in Shanghai
I bought a stove and carried it on the subwayGorikhala passed away,I wasn’t there,The last thing she told me, was to take biscuitsI learnt that mourning alone is not mourningI travelled alone and told no oneI learned a hysterical kind of solitudeAbajaan died
I wasn't there
I tried to be there
I was there
I learnt that mourning together is mourning
I learnt the heart of a tree is a heart because of age
I learn to listen to myself
I learnt how to look after myself
I unlearnt an old song
I still woke up with the same tape but different music
Abba cried
My friends bought me cake
I forgave myself
My car got stuck
We went on holiday
I taught creative writing
I took part in a writing festival
Abajaan fell,
I picked him up,
I almost couldn't
I went on holiday with friends
I wrote about my sand collection
Laure made me laugh
I took a train with JC
I ate duck
I met a stranger
I sang a new song