3 Bats; Kisses
Three small kisses on the cheek
There, then not, mon ami
Gone in a heartbeat.
There, there, not- mon ami
I don’t remember what the sound of your voice is like.
I do remember what I used to think.
I liked the inflection of your tone; I liked how you would build
A speech inside your head, it seemed, in a split second
The time it took to bat my eyes at you, you had created
An entire world inside yourself of ideas
So you could convince me what you said was right and I
Was just a stupid little girl, and I didn’t know the ways of the world.
And you are not my brother
And you don’t know love
You are a 7 year old boy receiving some very bad news
Your heroine has died, so a part of you did, too
And you looked for her in me.
But that’s not who I’m supposed to be.
So long, vous revoir, mon ami.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (Michel Gondry, 2004)