You used to be my favourite encounter. I used to go to this park And just sit on a bench Pretending to read my book Pretending to listen to the birds singing Pretending to observe the nature Pretending to take pictures. But I was just waiting for you. Everyday, around lunchtime, you came. You ordered at that bar You wrote some words In that little notebook that you carried with you everywhere And then you were gone. Once, you came with someone. He was a friend of yours I think, He asked you what was in your notebook. I remember that I listened carefully : “Drawings” that’s what you said. But I knew you were lying. I’ve seen you, several times, writing. Why would you lie? When we started to talk, some months after, I asked you the same question You had the same answer. But then you added : “Because for me, words are drawings. I don’t look at what they mean But at what they look like.” I like encounter as a word Because it is all *******, You can write it at one go But you have to raise your pen To finish the cross on the T. We too, were together, But at some point we had to part, Only to meet up the following day In an interminable encounter.
don't really know why I wrote this one but I'm posting it anyway :) I should study for my test right now but well