Moїra

i am sure you told me there was snow,
monsieur, i am sure

and i know that it was blue when you
could have turned away, mais

n’importe quand, i guarantee it meant
more to me
than it did to
le monde,

monsieur, and do you see
how late i stay awake? it was never
just responsibility,
nor ever simple civility.
you see

tes yeux sont bleus
and mine
will be green
tomorrow,
and that’s not why,
nor is it all,
when entire worlds
swallow me whole
and bury me in the tide
dans la mer which is
infinitely wide