Her

I saw her picture

She looks kind

My love, who are you?

The one hour we had

In which we craved and tenderly did nothing

It was the only memory I cherish

It’s all I want to keep

From you

From your curls so short cut

I thought you were kind too

I laughed

I thought you loved her

I love you

Jokingly you said

I love you too
I laughed

Love

does it mean to you another nothing

You never mentioned her

Her name

Her passions

Her dreams

Her ultimate desires

Love me instead

Not for a single minute did I know

That she was yours and you do belong to her

Another cigarette to burn me

My throat is sore

I came back home and thought of children

Us in the kitchen making love

Us in the kitchen making crepes

Us loving us

There is no us

I see myself my belly to my mouth

And you massaging me and gently smiling

Or is it her?

Who is the pregnant girl?

Who is the girl?

Who are you?