Celosia

I look towards Thursday
saying Monday's crashing down on me,
I've been thinking about this for over a day.
Tell me what you're up to.
I'm wasting time.

Since this morning,
I watch the hours pile up minutes
and from them, I go back to the same spot.
I wish I could say more.
Nothing is nothing.

Super late,
I send the message I owe you in the afternoon.
I really want to talk about what bothers us,
saying that everything just fell apart.

I lie, I'm sorry,
I have no strength from this weird side,
and everything I know has already changed.
I hope for you,
but just say yes.

From one day to the next it happens
and then it goes away (4)

Very discreetly
I talk to you about the perks.
From one day to the next, the nights mean nothing
and I keep quiet,
but without sleeping.

A whole year
of fullness and emptiness intertwining,
of bodies and lives that are delayed
just to do a little more.

From one day to the next it happens
and then it goes away (4)