The nights are long and do not bring sleep…

The nights are long and do not bring sleep. I lie in darkness

listening to each sound, and when footsteps can be heard,

I become nervous, wondering if they’ll be followed by the rattling of keys.

Then the darkness calms down, images are strung up, and again new

sounds. So it goes the entire night, short scenes of passionate

dreams, so I feel my skin, my body, waiting for you.

When, in the middle of the night, the footsteps do irrepressibly approach,

heartbeat becomes faster, the doorknob is moving. I see

how you shift in your drunkenness as though you don’t know where

you’ve come to. You undress and lie down beside me. Nerves by then

have calmed, all at once, when I lay my head down on your

chest, and it’s all over. You mumble: Why on earth are you

still with me? You get nothing from me! I am silent.

You want an answer and are drunkenly begging. I press up

against you and can’t fall asleep like this. The night is

long. The journey has begun. You on edge, you retreat

from me in your sleep, and I crawl towards you, behind me the dog

that presses up against me, so that half the bed is completely

empty. Such is our journey and no one understands anything.