the day after

sitting alone here
thinking of you
well
not you, nor you, or you
no no one here
thoughts of way back
when i was a little boy
some say i still am
but when most of you did not excist

it was a long time ago
i was a little boy, often seen as a girl
white blond long hair
quiet, shy, autistic
and sometimes stuborn

one day i saw punks
it was early eighties
so punks and deadbeats all over the place
i said to my mom :
i want green hair
and continued for ages
she did not want it
and tricked me
we went to the barbershop
i was all excited
and we came in
she sat down
and let her hair be cut and shaped
and she bought me
with flashy sun glasses
and i forgot
my green hair

i was
and yesterday
i shivered
as i passed
the world i lived in
i almost cried
and came home
slightly drunk
and got
the wedding ring
from my mother
as she had found it
walking through memory lane
with my sister
that same day
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