I don’t know if it was you
was it you..?
we lay in the attic of the cabin
outside Torneträsk
listening to Bach’s Cello Suites
on a record player
we found in the basement
I think it was you
we lay there at night, listening
in the dense darkness
the walls of the room dissolved
turned to spider threads
an invisible web
I think it was you
a winter evening
many years ago
we floated above
the oil-black winter lake
right beside
the sleeping spruce forest
Bach’s Cello Suites
played beneath
the starless sky
passed through our bodies
like veins of light
yes, it was probably you
it was cold that night
the walls dissolved
we floated together
above the oil-black lake
in the boundless
polar night
I don’t remember its name
but it was very dark
that night
it was
so dark
in the room
that our bodies light
glowed
above the
oil-black winter lake

yes, it was probably you
I’m almost sure
it was you