I must stop seeing you
Reality helps
Dissipating your image
Into a mass of indifferent passers-by
An ordinary day
With or without your face
You don’t make any difference
Strangely enough
I recognize you sometimes
By chance in my dreams
A fragment of a torn picture
Which does not seem to fit
I lose the magic words
The keys to the secret door
I strain my vocal cords in vain
You do not respond
My eyes are sore and dry
From travelling in the desert
My mouth filled with sand
Has buried there your name
I must stop seeing you
Everywhere…