détruire, dit-elle

autumn is here and yet i dont want it

never would i have believed

that you’d leave without me

i guess ‘i love you’ and ‘je t’aime’

never meant quite the same 

happiness etc

i will haunt you

in your head

in your bed

in your grave

i will haunt you

but the worst thing is

you’ll haunt me too

you and your sister

i was sitting on the bus on this rainy day
lost in the labyrinthine structure of my sorrow
when a little boy sat in front of me
and his little sister next to him
the little boy was wearing a bright yellow raincoat
with the tip of its sleeves rolled up 
so his tiny hands could emerge
(nobody not even the rain had such small hands!)

after further examination 
i realized he looked almost exactly like me when i was little

the boy kept staring and smiling at me
(possibly understanding our cosmic connection?)

boy, he even made me smile
just a little


epilogue:

the little boy and his sister later started making obscene gestures
looking at me and pointing towards their genitals
my bus stop appeared
this is where the old farts leave
i got off and went back into this rainy grey maze