Pierre

Thinking of you
in our school days
thin, pale, and a bit lost
already so different from us
sad.
Thinking of you
I remember, we used to laugh together
at that childish look of yours
at that strange sweetness of yours
sad. Pierre, I saw you again tonight and you
you lower your eyes
disappear and then
you leave. Sorry if I recognized you but
under the makeup, the eyes are yours
you don't give in to a body you don't want
do you feel... Pierre, I'm grown up and I understand, you know
I respect you
remain who you are
you can.