Friday, July 14, 2017

D.B.C.B.A.

Instead of falling in love
with a human being
I've fallen in love with a song

It cannot be called anything else
After all, I wake up
in the middle of nights
craving to be at home
in its familiar little world

I crave to come back to it
like it was the first time
I can't, of course, nevertheless
it's comforting to know
that it still exists

I smile when my mind
knows where to go back
and where to stay
every time I am stuck
every time I am uneasy

It's an addiction
to the breathing of another being
to its repetition
to the sanctity
of the recorded artificial voice

To love is to be
in the company of another

Not more, not less