of love

Cycling blind into
the cold, lonely morning
A woman appears.

She wears a number
instead of a name
Her name is: 135.

I really wonder
if her life is better
than that of the flowers
She´s sadly looking at.

I really hope
it is, and I am
so grateful for mine
That love makes me smile.


Really saw a woman wearing a name badge with just "Nr. 135" on it. That made me so sad. Sadness went into wishing for her life to turn out well, and Hope turned into Gratitude.