Souvenirs

SOUVENIRS

trop de souvenirs
pour un jeune homme
Je peux goûter la Gitanes
sur sa langue éclectique
elle a pris mon café
J’ai dit, “vous avez votre propre”
et elle cracha dans la mienne
et mettre bas
et j’ai demandé,
“Est-ce mépris?”
et elle a dit, “non,
je t’aime”
et une larme
roulé de son œil
et je savais
les limitations
de ma propre existence
et elle me manque encore

MEMORIES

too many memories
for a young man
I can taste the Gitanes
on her eclectic tongue
she picked up my coffee
I said, “you have your own,”
and she spat in mine
and put it down
and I asked,
“is that defiance?”
and she said, “non,
je t’aime,”
and a tear
rolled from her eye
and I knew
the limitations
of my own existence
and I miss her still

© James Sapsard 2014

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