As she walks away from me.

I have to let go.

The game is over.

I'm going to sit there

And wait.

Wait for a train to pass

Or a car to crash.

I'm going to wait for a letter from you

Wait for a text, an email.

Send me a pigeon

Or a snail.

Put yourself in front of the door

As I need you badly.

Give away your heart

I will take it kindly

I don't understand those words

Your lips mutter anymore 

You say 'Money' 'Money'

But you're missing the point, in fact

You owe me a life.

How do you expect to pay me back ?



But she's gone already, isn't she ?

I still can see her feathers though

As she walks away from me

To another half to break

Because it doesn't fit.

And by pushing too much, pulling too much

Trying to smooth the angles

She will only end up with dust in her hands

She can not see the vibrant attraction anymore

And forgets why she was here in the first place.

She discards the useless pieces on the floor,

Dust the rest of my love from her clothes.

From the ground I look up at the standing shadow

Who was once the other side of me

While I beg and bleed and crawl through the shambles

She's gone already taking nothing but the sparkles.

Dirty Elena, 1982.