I get along better with the shadows of the night
they slip without making noise
without a crash in their bed
than with neighbors opening their doors noisily
and talk on their phone in a loud voice
that resonates even in my kitchen
their words coming out of their mouth like boards from a factory
they mean nothing and ruin me
But then there are those other ones, the ones who get upset when you are happy. They know who they are.
the light is passing by
the shadows are changing
the sun is going down
voices are whispering
something true
(or else it is a dream)
Who would have thought ?
That we would be content
to only see shadows pass
or even just the sun?
Who would’ve believed that?
That he would miss her flaws
or would take pleasure in the little things
boiling water, a sip of tea
in little moments that meant nothing just a few days ago.
Then the world turned upside down