After the first death
You entered the room
Ghost that you are
Wearing the same perfume.
Words are sometimes only
People are sometimes more
I loved you since you said
That you want to break me
And enter my door.
Travel me blindly
For I'm not anymore
A complicated map
Or a locked door.
I am a simple haiku
With my sang aigu
That rises in your fingers
When you read me through.
