adieu

watch the lilacs grow in stalks right there
while your feet rest, lazy and bare.
and there, look at the animals play
the world is harmonious in your eyes of clay...

now stop.

don't turn around.

what did i just say?
how do i sit in my chair?
what color is my hair in the sun?
what tint have my eyes?
what is my expression?
how do i twirl my hair?
what is the tattoo my fingertips play on the table?
how do i smile?
with my eyes?
do you know my eyes?
what perfume do i wear?
how do the shadows lay on my face.

you will not know.
and why should i grill you so?
i will just let it be.
i know you will not remember me.

-Pamplemousse