I wanted to keep my life to myself
I will die as a man nobody seemed to know
eulogised in a church I never visited
when my name is spoken it seems to hurt
in my death I feel like I didn’t exist
I remain someone unconveyed
you look at me as if you’d stopped wanting to come closer
but you stay, I think, to feel yourself
what did the images of my death do to you
what has my life meant to you
the truth is, you look into a stranger’s eyes
and they’re mine
I didn’t know how to have you
I didn’t know how to live
I wished you weren’t mine
so unloved
I didn’t want to hear a word you had to say
my heart stopped beating in your moments of silence
Croque-Melpomene 