The cat with the hat on his mat.

A poem about love.

I used to know a guy,
He was'nt special.
He lived somewhere near me.
Somewhere within bearable walking distance.
And I remember
A converstation we once had.

"Can you remember the sun?"

Maybe...

"What about the despairing night?

Maybe...

"What about the cities, where the shit stained the faces of the people that lived there?"

Maybe...

"One day, i'm going to have courage to kill you"

Really...?

"Maybe...".