## ### #### From our bedroom
It's so much pallor
in people
when they see
each other again
after nights of love.
They want to say something,
anything...
but there is no light
to climb
to that spot
which no longer winks
towards the day.
They intertwine,
they call one another
but they can no longer hear.
Sometimes they struggle
to create words
but only a few yawns come out.
Do you remember the day when
You asked me to be yours
and I didn't want to?
They laughed out loud
fiddlers at tables,
familiar faces
yearned
around us
of an injured heart
from alcohol
when you told me
in a hurry
neither in a loud voice
nor in a low one:
"I love you, you fool!"
That moment
I have wished
I could fall
for you on the table
and make you a man
except that I didn't love you.
You do remember how
you came drunk
from a wedding
to see me...
me and your friends.
You told me
I was dressed
like a child
and that your back
is waving.
I guess
your butterflies
had moved
from your stomach
to your back...
Then you started
to conquer other women
with all those cheap parodies
just like you tried with me.
We were talking in bed
about other men,
about other women.
I was waving,
you were waving.
You broke
that T-shirt
of yours
off me
as you
were lost
in ecstasy.
And I know
I was rubbish
and I know
that I was
the one
who hurt you.
You know...
thinking about it now,
I realise
that you are better
then I used to see you then.