You told me,
with a simple cup of coffee we enjoy taking turns
that growing old together is what you want
You told me,
among the quiet hum on my lips
that I had the most beautiful smile
though too tight-lipped until I let it be forgotten
You told me,
at a corner of a city immersed in the afternoon,
that I had the most beautiful eyes to be seen
because it's so leaden unspoiled
You told me,
in a sunset grim, that I was your happiness
though I don't understand about my own happiness
You also told me,
in your disquiet missed penetrating busyness,
that's just my story that could make you forget on working days
You told me out loud,
in the middle of the day-rain spray,
that's just my cuddle who was able to warm you
And you never stop to told me,
at every meeting of us, that's just the bad wording
on my poems that could make you fall in love.
You told me so, do you remember?
or is it all just about ever told me?