This morning,
I almost shower.
I almost get dressed up.
I almost have breakfast.
I almost work.
I almost don't smoke.
I almost open the windows.
The smoke almost leaves.
I wait for you, I wait for you.
My love, I wait for you.
I feel so sad.
I feel so lonely.
I look like winter.
I almost fill the basket.
I almost queue.
I almost bet in the pool.
I almost greet Lola.
I almost enter the bar
and order a beer.
I almost, almost don't cry
in the middle of the street
and my legs almost don't shiver.
But I wait for you, I wait for you.
My love, I wait for you.
I feel so sad.
I feel so lonely.
I look like winter.
A thousand times, my phone
says you haven't called.
I almost, almost smile.
I almost, almost calm down.
I almost call you again.
I almost watch entirely
a French film.
I almost, almost like it.
I almost, almost notice
and it almost, almost teaches me.
But I wait for you, I wait for you.
My love, I wait for you.
I feel so weak.
I feel so dry.
I look like winter.
Three in the morning,
tumbling over the bed.
I almost run the light on.
I almost go to the mirror
and I almost see my face.