SOME ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎DAY

some day I’ll fall in love with you.

perhaps, not exactly with you

because that would be a cliché -

I'll fall in love in the idea of you. 

I’ll think about how you smell in the morning,

what kind of coffee you drink

what dresses you wear

and how much death loves you

because love is death

when you don’t kiss out of habit,

how many milligrammes of blood your eyballs contain

and the colour of your underwear.

some day the world will look like dystopia

and we will all wear masks,

won’t recognise each other

in the streets,

in the shops,

in our homes. 

in the mirror.

it will smell of frost and Wednesday.

then of course,

someone will die.

may it not be you.

may it not be me.

if it isn’t us,

call me,

I’ll make you a coffee as well

Translated by Hristo Dimitrov / Edited by Tom Phillips