Amapolita Blues

The Sun came through the windshield of the car
You were driving, with my hand on your knee
And you looked so good all covered in tattoos
With poppies in the background adorning the landscape

We press the pages into a book
It was Litvinova's, sometimes I still look for it
Do you remember you never gave it back to me?

I took off my clothes as if It were my grief
You grabbed me saying
Do you see that lately you are just shadow and resentment?
At the parking lot door you said
Although you love me, you don't desire me

We never saw each other again

It was winter and the cold was truncating my car's engine
Sitting I looked at my breath and then I saw it clearly
Maybe I don't care enough