Do I really have to tell
where I was three days before April ninth?
Do I really have to show
how he charted constellations on my thigh?
Do you really want to know
how he called me sapphire
just cause he was high?
Did he know I was dazed
when he summarized his state of mind
in his touch under the moonlight?
I never call anyone
but I called him a little tipsy that night.
Oh what a shame,
he never realised,
I never lied,
he is the only one
who heard the truth
from my rosy lips
for the very first time!
I believe I missed telling him
how he brought me back to life.
***
Isn't it the first time I've been happier
than I can make myself feel,
even though the distance grows,
I feel somewhat complete.
How do I describe what he sees?
How do I say
he took away
some of the misery?
Now I'll live on
for another six months at least.
