Who Are You? Poem by Laa Finita

Who are you?
The way you look down on me,
the coldness in your, once dear, features,
your gaze, searching everywhere,
but not for a second, into my eyes.
Who is this man?
Sitting next to me,
nonsense flowing from his mouth.
He even smiles from time to time,
with the mask on his visage. *
'Run away now! , I hear ordering to myself.
But my heart....
my heart is not satisfied with
just, beat after beat.
So I remain there, waiting nonsense to finish.
Have I been blind, deaf, mute, all this time?
No, I was just in love.

La Finita

* French: visage means face