I don't know.
You're talking about her again.
Too frequently
for a coincidence.
Too light.
For longing.
Her name
It goes through your mouth.
so freely,
It's like it's in there.
Your permanent place.
And I'm listening
And I pretend I can't hear.
I'm not asking,
Oh, that twinkle in your eye,
That you don't have for me,
smile,
who appears besides fast,
When you talk about her.
And abruptly I understand,
You don't gotta cheat,
To feel betrayed.
Sometimes adequate
Someone's name
spoken besides tenderly.
So don't tell me,
I thought it was just the past.
The past never comes back.
in all second sentence.
And don't look at me like that.
Because if it's between you
There's nothing left.
That's why
I feel her.
Between us?
