Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

It’s too late

And I’m so sorry to say so

I can betray my past

I do all the time but not my pain

I have to be faithful to his lack

I felt because of you

Please don’t speak to me

Don’t try to reach me anymore

It’s an experience 

Like Thoreau in the wood

I want a life without you

Just to see if I can make it through

And what it would be

Without you