It was cold at my place

The sun was low


All that was left of you
Was
Your letter and your stockings


I was coming back from work, I had talked about love
Desires and longing
I had talked about us

The day before I received a slap
Seeing you return
It was insane pleasure
Stomachs knotting and bodies reuniting

There were no words, the mouth was kissing the neck
There were no detours in the night until the end
I didn't see the vultures, I only saw your sweet eyes
I was coming back from work proud to be under your yoke
But tell me, where did you go?

The apartment had never been so big
But tell me, where did you go?
Despite four windows, the air is insufficient


You left me a letter
As beautiful as it was ugly
Who to ask for help

In my apartment there was nothing but your words
Your scent, your absence
There was a fox, a wolf, an echo
And the fear of silence

It wasn't you who was leaving me, it was time
The hours, the patience
A few syllables killed the promises
Of happiness and the child

We still loved each other on December 17th
I think
But on January 17th everything came down
I fear


Eyes swollen
From sobs
From fireworks
The love we make
In an enclosure
In an ashtray
Eyes swollen
From sobs

I clenched my two fists tightly together
The bathroom door took a shape that resembled them
Surely I screamed but I only heard silence
I just wanted this slow time to stop
I still didn't know the why or the how
The torn bandages, I thought I was going down
I clenched my two fists tightly together and lowered my eyes to look at my two bloody hands

It smelled like the end, it was the beginning
I wait
It smelled like the end, it was the beginning
Wait

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