We have not
Talked much lately.
Neither have
Our eyes.
We do not
Hold hands.
We do not
Now smile.
This cafe is
A bit cold.
Don’t you think?
What do you like
To drink?
I will have
Black coffee.
How’re you
Doing lately?
Mignon, my dog,
Is a bit depressed.
Nothing is new.
Only children
Starve to death.
Are you seeing someone?
Drink, drink.
Your coffee
Is getting cold.
This cafe is
A bit cold.
Don’t you think?
It is raining outside.
Winter is
Not my favorite.
Do you want
Some more coffee?
I do not know why
I think Of Brasilia
Right now.
Is there
A new thing
In your life?
I have not
Written much poetry
These days.
We have not
Talked much lately.
Neither have
Our eyes,
Nor our hands.
Drink your coffee.
Drink your coffee.