You’ve been a joke… and it bits in my temples. Your smoky silhouette opposite the window. I look on it from the corner of the room. You will be gone soon. I will be laying here in the dark with my soul still under the weight of your body.
Early morning in fog you go down the stair. Lights are still on. It’s chilly and you pull your neck in the coat. Light your cigarette. No rush. You left her there and at the very moment she keeps sinking. No chances. You won’t give her a lifebuoy. She is laying with her eyes wide open and follows your steps. You still love her through the walls and space, still caress her body. She breathes in the trace of your smoke. It’s her oxygen.
After a while she is under the cold shower. So silent, just the water runs. She is dead till the next time.
You stop on a bridge. It’s so early, foggy and the city sleeps yet. So silent, just the water runs. You feel the bliss. How many years have you been waiting for this? How many years now will you be running away from this? You’ve found a little stone and threw it in the river. Our life’s like this: ‘Bulk…’ and over. In this second of a flight you’ve managed to find heaven. The city lights turned off.
See you baby…