B1. “The Question” (Turning Point)
My thoughts are spinning like a carousel,
and I don’t know when I should stop,
which words are the right ones, whether I
should ask you, how I could ask you,
whether I have the courage to say it directly,
or whether I should put it into a message—
and then I ask Miran,
who thinks it’s okay:
a casual interest,
a simple request for information,
something harmless, just to know
whether Sunshine is still with the company.
And then comes: I don’t know who you mean.
And five days later, a story
about the protection of data
I hadn’t asked for.
Everything I heard, sensed,
and felt was that it’s over
and all the words have been said—
a fear emerged
that said no,
an abyss opened
that I do not look into.
Thank you for the years.
