Afternoon

Why don't I go there? Yes, nobody stays there long enough, as if she cared, maybe she sill thinks about the things I said, the words she said to me were so banal and yet in my memory they glow bright like embers in the darkness of a cave, my mind is a bit like a cave, and I really don't mind the fact that really nobody cares about the afternoons because the mornings and the sunsets are so…