In the innocence of her youth
unknowingly
she uttered light words
turning trivial conversation
into secret pleasure
I pretended to ignore them
and she then clad her thoughts
in a vestment of laughter
preferring the irony of smiles
to the tedious curse of silence
or embarrassment
She then left
and I was quite puzzled
deprived of the old pleasure
of having the last word
And moved deep inside myself
with a tiny injury
that seemed like a scar in my heart
Claude Lopez-Ginisty
