a bottle of wine later

[Lazhar]

the phone doesn't ring
her car isn't parked outside
her voice doesn't sing
she won’t get ready to go out at mine

a couple of glasses of wine later

her perfume is still not present
she is still not around
no footsteps heard
damn it hurts

a bottle of wine later

I give up
I know she won’t come
I know she won’t call
I know she won’t get ready at mine

another bottle of wine later

I wonder why
why doesn't she want me to get her tea ready one last time
why doesn't she want me back
why doesn't she want to make it work
why doesn't she try again

a last bottle of wine

and I feel sick
I rush to the toilets
I piss a river of wine
I look at myself in the mirror
and I finally understand why…