A Tout le Monde

We live, we long
I've lost, so long

Let me live with the lights
Love without lies
Let me lick your lips
Lucky me if you let it fly

Lack of love, yours.
Elsewhere?

Look to the flat sky
Tell me tales of how long
You don't belong
On the place you belong so long

Tell the tales of the land
A tout le monde
Breathe the lived loved moments
Lift ’em like I do

Write a poem, full of Ls
Like the longing of living
The love we've lost so long ago

Like the longing of kissing the lips
I was leaving alone.

— So far, so good... So what?!

— Somewhere else, maybe. But not by choice.

Fables of a plot I’m not delayed
Living like I’m a lot late.

You could read this listening to her voice.