Diptyque 4.3. L’histoire de la photo de Michel Clair par Lola.
There is nothing left of us in there
Nothing
We share the same bed
As if an invisible line was dividing it
In two
Stay on your side
I used to say when I was a child
Now I don’t need to say it
Any more
You won’t cross the line
And I’ll make sure
I won’t move over to your side.
There is nothing left of us in there
When I get up you are already gone
I read the dark waters on the surface of the bed
The wrinkles tell me of two separate bodies
Dreaming separate dreams.
