Ceci N’ Est Pas Une Poème Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

This is the last week
I see my reflection on your morning eyes.
The last time
I draw hope from the vibrations of your voice.
The last weekend
we breathe each other’s breath
or cry for our weaknesses.

This is the last bus-ride we share;
the last hour
my manners embarrass you
or your attitude nettles me.
The last time
we play or laugh,
we are bored, angry, or sad together,
we caress.

This is the last Monday
I buy you supper
or wash your clothes;
the last time
we drink from the same cup
or share a towel
or brush our teeth together.

The last morning
I wake up next to you,
and the last time
my alarm disturbs the innocense of your sleep.

The last misunderstanding,
the last compliment,
the last argument,
the last embrace...

This is the last day
we call each other baby,
we kiss like lovers,
we exist as one.

This is Tuesday 25th of October 2005

The last moment
we are...
complete.