that summer (through the window).

And I wondered

that day
how your tears

could sound

so clear,

so bright
in my ears

as they came down

like rain alight

with a summer

falling on a tinder

And I remember

how they burned,

your tears,
burned holes

through my skin

down to the soul
with no shelter

left to hide
as they came down

and hit the ground

left inside me.
Now, I wonder,

soaked to the bone,

about those tunnels
they dug between

our hearts.
And I wonder

how your tears

could only sound

so bright.














Photo: Jean-Michel HATTON


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