WAITING FOR GODOT 2 (SAMUEL BECKETT) Comments

While waiting in the light
we hold two fingers to our throats
to make sure we are alive
because only the living can wait.

Mildly bitter is the woman who will rescue us

from landscapes where we once loved, houses in which
we thought we were happy, a bed with a mirror in which
we slept curled with our backs to each other, clouds of thyme in which
we lay and pondered the loneliest versions of ourselves.

How happy we would have been to live to forget, impressions
without a memory, a landscape without anyone running towards us,
but we live in a world
where everything is what it seems.

I built a tree, a garden,
flat stones for the outline of a house to wait in.

Sometimes, above the asphalt,
the woman quivers in a fountain of reflections.

Every time she doesn't come, hope remains.
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