A Waltz For Zizi Poems

Always looking back at you
from the other side of the street,
I never really forgot
how to love you.
...

I stumble in my dreams
on you
every
yesterday,
...

Because I won't dream something more beautiful
than death
I'm giving you my dream, the way I can,
folded on a page, making use of you, the best I can,
...

Holding her hand
through all the hospitals,
I found it
a kind of love
...

I wanted to go somewhere with you
and somehow we ended up on the beach
with my hands in my pockets.
...

You, to desperately fill
my solitude, to feed me with
your laugh, to touch me where
the shadows clung to my soul,
...

I've been
too ashamed to tell the truth,
to tell you that I love you,
and now, instead of the ocean
...

You're always changing something:
your lipstick, your perfume,
the color of your hair.
You don't seem to understand
...

It has become boring, to live,
I wonder if death, is also boring.
Perhaps I should try, killing myself
like a japanese warrior.
...

I find her in silence
close to the window
on the edge of a chair,
with her stare galloping
...