July 20,
Neauphle, afternoon.
Your kisses--I'll believe
in them to
the end of my life.
Till we meet again.
Again to no one. Not even
to
you.
It's over.
There's nothing.
End the page.
Come now.
We must be going.
Time. Silence, and then.
It must be time for you to
do
something. You can't just
do nothing. Maybe you can
write.
Silence, and then.
What shall we do in order
to live
a little, just a little longer.
No more.
It's no longer me now. It's
someone I no longer know.
Silence, and then.
You can open your heart now.
Maybe
I'm the one. I am not lost
for you.
Silence, and then.
To make life manageable?
No one knows how. We must
try
to live. You can't fling yourself
into death.
No more.
I have no more to say.
Anonymous