Round-the-clock Affection

I love life
between black and white,
its million gray shades,
the polychromatic easel of the street
in the morning.
These days
I am constantly falling in love
with our truth
Standing between us like a mirror
Where we can look together
Without being blinded by memories.
White bandages
Lay abandoned by both on the soft carpet;
My wounds have closed yours
in time
and their scars hurt only at night.
Sometimes
I find myself daydreaming,
while rehearsing the old lines;
You always surprise me with new gestures-
I love life,
its loneliness which leads me to you,
and what it becomes in front of the mirror
on the soft, gray carpet ...