a forgotten corner of the yard|
the way the leaves there are lonely and dead.
i thought about that time when my father was in the hospital, and his doctors had no idea why he was still alive.
and the way it rained, and i stood barefoot in the gutter, staring at the mountains and wondering what my world would be like without my father.
and i was so sure he was going to die.
so i laid down on the concrete while the sky ripped itself apart, i opened my arms wide while i shouted through the rain
and waited for the hospital to call.
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien