Almost happy

Anshe



Remember the gray heaviness of those last fifteen minutes,
waiting until crawling, Priorat late train?
We all decided right then not to cry, not to kiss.
To let go, to part not parts, not on the belt.
Finally, whispered, drop, like how I set up...

... I have sent a photo of what colors I wanted the walls,
or it is still unusual "wanted".
Someone who lived before us must have been a fan of tapestries,
but they basically just here to hide the cracks...
Leave over how good he is in bed
as he kisses the dimple of a cheek, as I stroked the back of his head
gently with your fingers, bite as suddenly, wildly at it with my nails,
he is gentle and tender, as daring, strong, and passionate,
he pretends to listen too
Murakami,
he himself quietly leafing through the tape with the sad news...
Watching you remembering the reason, and for some reason,
to be honest, this to me everyday and every hour,
and when the cigarette smoke from the balcony comes a morning,
and spin it there, shielded by a piece from the sun red,
see how I almost happy, and as I'm almost unhappy...