Wednesday, April 19, 2006

In Bed Last Night

Realising how skewed your view was. His eyes sparkled when he spoke about Vietnam; he never spoke about Europe; he never held my hand.

And tonight I think of Europe. Of the night of 13-14 juillet; of that look I gave him at the door to the hotel, that long look in the dark, me, crying, the same as with Jean-Luc 7 years earlier.


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