May 18th

To every question you'll ask me, I will only answer: "Because it's you".

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I wait for your answer and I'm comfortable with my heart. I carry it high and proud, for you and the others.

After hiding it, after denying it, after trying to silence it, I let it speak, write, express itself, take some distance and get close again. I gave it time. I let it decide what was good for it, what suited it.

Now I wait for you, again.

I hope to hear from you again with haste but serenity. My heart is always impatient when it waits for you.

Now that it has found you again, it doesn't want to lose you again. It wants to see you in peace. It wants to feel you and find again the essence of you and us, us who have disappeared, who live in the past.

You held my hands tight. You found me again.

I want other reunions in the dark and the calm.

I want to allow our bodies to find again the time when they met, when they used to meet, when they discovered each other, when they tried to learn about each other without ever understanding each other.

Now they know each other.

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I want to massage you. I want to touch you. I want to feel you. I want to hear you, to hear from you, to receive some answers, some hopes.

Do you need time?

Do you think about my hands?

Do you still desire them a few hours before the end, before I leave?

Does this separation reassure you?

Can we see each other precisely because we know that we won't see each other again?

Do you want to see me again or is it over?

Was the last time perfect because it wasn't planned? Can we only see each other this way? From time to time, in the night, when you're drunk and we're half-asleep, with one sleeping eye and one dreaming eye? Without ever knowing when nor how nor for how long?

Are we destined to finish how we started? To part how we met?

Will you answer these questions?