Wednesday, October 10, 2018



even though we never
said it to each other

we knew







I loved you at your darkest.






suddenly all the
songs were about
you



You return like autumn
and I fall every time.





I'm tired of being with other people
and pretending it's you.



3 comments:

Sixpence Notthewiser said...

Nice!

joseph said...

"It's night in poetry , it's time to sing our midnight song, song of …." et j'ai perdu le reste des paroles mais j'ai conservé la musique ; du bon temps des groupes euro-progressistes comme ils dis(ai)ent - pour rendre un dernier hommage masqué à Charles Aznavour!

JiEL said...

Plusieurs de ces jolis damoiseaux qui nous «fessent dans le dash..» comme on dit ici au Québec.

Que de monts et vallées à explorer….