"Isn't it fascinating?" he said.
"It's so simple," he would whisper.
She could hear his voice
But he wasn't there.
Lost at sea or dreaming in a four-star Queensland hotel room,
He wouldn't reappear with a bouquet,
She thought.
"How wrong or foolish can one be?"
Tears behind,
Think that life's a circle and that good days are ahead.
"It's so simple," he would whisper.
"I am here when you think that I have gone."
But it was just a shadow behind the kitchen curtain.
The wind and trees are playing tricks, again.
Footsteps above
Coming and going,
Stopping…
"Alles ist gut!" cried the loud speaker.
Someone was climbing the stairs of
An emergency ladder?
"It's so simple,"
Went the faint voice.
"Meet me at the station at a quarter till.
We'll leave tomorrow on the last train."
The storm came at midnight.
And she could see the lightning slashing the heavens.
And she could hear the thunder growling near.
And his voice, and his voice…
"It's so simple, it's so simple, it's so simple, it's so simple…"
©2010 Alain Millon
