Innocence

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