A wave of heat suffocates the city,
an infernal storm keeps us awake.
After the screaming and the euphoria comes the silence.
I thought that this year would be different, that I could do it.
I thought that I would be able to sit in my living room, look at the window,
and think of you, but not feel you.
Oh I was wrong.
And I wonder… Was it you?
This unbearable heat, suffocating the city, making us sweat and pant?
Was it you? This infernal storm, threatening thunder and dazzling lightening, that kept the city awake that night?
I felt you, here, again. Everywhere, all day, all night.
I felt you, where I didn’t want to. In my morning coffee, under the shower, in my sheets.