PANIC
Some mornings along the avenue
I remember your eyes and your smile
and wear my boots thin
wandering, searching for your light…
Some afternoons amidst the passers-by
I imagine warm breath on my face
could be yours
and I blush…
Some nights on empty roads
I say your name out loud
and frozen shapes fall from my mouth,
created by the cold
and by my burning, broken voice
And I panic…
I panic that your eyes won’t recognise me,
that you won’t happen ever more.



Where was that photo taken ?
Your poems are always so affecting. They leave a perfume.