“If you do not expect the unexpected, you will not find it, for it is not to be reached by search or trail.”

Do you know what will happen to the two of us?

We’ll look for each other, again.

We will look for eat eat the songs,

In quotes, in books.

We’ll look for each other in the eyes of the people.

Maybe in the evening, which always gives us a damn.

We’ll want to write to each other again.

Maybe in dreams, of both.

Despite all the quarrels,

Despite the “I’m done with you,

You’re out of my life”

We’ll think about it, secretly,

And we’ll pretend.

We’ll pretend the next morning

To have thought of something else.

We’ll miss you, and how.

And this will be our punishment.

The punishment of not having tried

To keep us when everything is between us

It was about to collapse.”

~Charles Bukowski~