Her skin's fair
as if she was from
aristocracy
velvet dresses hard
at the edges
and hands cold against
his cheeks
They've been married
for half a year now
and the boy can't
really tell the difference
between this and
his previous life
In contrary to the man
Sometimes it's refreshing
to not see his face
anymore
to not hear his
nightmares being played
in front of him
and dreams the boy could
never really fulfill
plates empty
glasses shimmering
and broken pleas
echoing in the ears
Their dog
as pathetic as it sounds
is the last thing remaining
bonding them together
and the boy can't really say
no
when the man wants them
to go for a walk
It's nice to not see
her all the time
ears tired of constant quarrels
and jealous hisses
she describes the man with
It's nice to talk to someone
who cares and misses him
but the boy sure isn't ready
to admit why's that
Whether he's being missed out of
sheer loneliness of the man
or perhaps other
reasons he never let himself
dwell onto before
The man's a walking mystery
Clock-ticking bomb everyone's
more or less afraid of
and the boy can't help
but wonder
why he's not like
that at all
while being with him
during those walks
There are always the same sweet words
small gestures
the boy once used
to get closer to her with
but somehow they fit
the man's lips way better than his
all of them said effortlessly
and in a voice
he's never heard before
Somehow, he believes them
during those quiet walks
in parks or in front of their
home
and so they lull him to sleep
once a month
since the day they met again
in a cheap hotel room
with eyes blind to the whole picture
but the boy drinks and forgets
the man, her, himself
engrossed in those stupid dreams
he once had
She was supposed to
have violet eyes
just like the woman in that play
and whisper sweet nothings
into his ear every day
He was supposed to leave him alone
not playing the leading role
anymore
The boy was supposed to be
happy, you see
Without any masks or make-up
he now wears daily on the stage
the man simply calls life
while caressing his jaw
dreaming schemes
to never really fulfill
so just the boy could sleep
thinking he's more naïve than him