A slow reflection shows through
behind the fogged windows
when the interlocking of the light
shakes up sudden nights,
like a breathless run
in empty corridors.
I must get to know the other one,
the suspended extension,
her secrets that have been hidden for too long.
Forget about me as soon as possible,
forget about me...
Forget about me as soon as possible,
forget about me.
When you're silently waiting for the surrender
when hatred is caressing your heart
and half-closed eyes are begging.
Then the bed goes back to being empty,
and you're smiling in the shadows.