Venetian blind

Sitting on the chair in my room on the second (or third?) floor of a building I look through the window and watch the people passing by.
I cannot see everything, the strips of the Venetian blind sometimes close and open because of the wind, they sometimes move away revealing parts of the scene outside. They sometimes move slowly and patiently letting me see all the details of that car parked on the street right across the square, or allow me to watch that drunk man trying to cross the street at 6 p.m. (drunk at this hour!) I laugh...
Or sometimes a gust of wind makes the strips produce a frenetic movement and then I can only see flashes of what is going on outside, a lady and a dog, two school girls, cars, cars, drunk man, a man on the phone, pigeons, people, flashes, only flashes...
Looking at all those people, I try to think about them, I try to understand them and learn about their lives... But all I have are flashes, pictures reflected on a window.
They don't know me, they cannot see me and I can only see what the strips of the blind allow me to see, the whole picture, parts of it, flashes of it...
I shut the strips.

Marital Status

Today in an interview a woman asked me about my marital status and I replied:
"Brokenhearted"
Yes, nobody ever stopped to think about it maybe... but there are brokenhearted people.
People who live alone and who are lonely because they love or loved someone they are not together with anymore or have never been together with at all.
People whose only purest belief is in true love, people who wish they had somebody to call their own, people who cry when they listen to a love song...
"Single?" She questioned.
No, not single... I'm not open to meet new people, I don't want to meet new people. I don't want to go through the same process of meeting a person, falling in love, being fooled and having the hard time to fall out of love again... Enough of all this pain...
"Oh, yes..." I just nodded.
My heart is permanently broken and that's how it's going to be for as long as I shall live.

A difficult choice

I have a choice to make and it's not a very easy one...
I can choose to live alone or to be miserable forever.
You are going to help me. I need to make a choice and I don't have much time to think.
Will you leave me to be alone forever?
Will you share my misery with you?
Yeah, I never thought you would...

Piece of paper

I wrote her name on the paper today... I still think about her.
I wrote it with all the letters and they sounded so perfectly well...
Her name on the paper... it's all I've got.
Not even the memories, not even the photos... I'm listening to our song, but not even that belongs to me anymore... not even ten years, not even those moments we shared, they are all gone.
I lost everything and all I have with me is a piece of paper with her name on it...
My dearest treasure, I'll keep it and I'll look at it every night before going to sleep.
I'll never let it go... I'll never let it go.