You break into my garden

Around seven o'clock in the evening

you got in there

Through a tiny gap in the fence

I don't set out to catch you

I won't say a word

But my gun will speak

In quiet twilight

it will sound deafening

point in our short story

You broke all the roses

in my garden

I found in your tenacious fingers

a whole bouquet

to whom you carried it?

You know there are flowers

that grow well on corpses.

You can't handle me

I look into your face

And I know you, I know you

I know your eyes

I know your lips

I know your neck

And rest in peace