Possession

None, I tell you this. They are but mere recollection of what lingers. 

What is in my possession? 

Time. 

True, and I tell you this. Lucky are the ones granted with time to spend making amends. 

What is in my possession? 

Not even my heart, dear. 

For it too belongs to you. 

Jakarta-Düsseldorf 

Desember 2018