So then I sat down upon this bench black as night And looked around myself at this strange place I thought I could recognize And yet which now, today seemed suddenly dear, familiar, close, Almost friendly as though since time out of mind Just like this I've been here- Everything was predicted, decided, no doubt quite obvious Here am I so lost and so alone My fate sealed, my destiny arranged, Disentangling the ties, suddenly so clear, so reasonably strung Between my good intentions and all of my mistakes, Between my life and your death Between true love and true love lost Just like one of those much too lucid deductions That used to make me laugh When it occurred at the perfect time to add a bit of logic To a crime of passion in one of those murder films I so loved But never would I have thought that such a scenario Would suddenly resemble this one This story happening here, our story Just as grey and just as banal, and which, nonetheless I believe I can remember Framed an image, lovely, mysterious, inexplicable and yet decisive This image: a wardrobe with open doors and more- a well-made bed In a room so bright that both of them were lit By a pair of simple perfect white sheets.