albertine

Rome whispers secrets when you walk around at night
breathing slowly warm smelly air
in the suburbs, empty streets and laundry on balconies.

I knew it was going to happen at some point
to meet you again, and talk to you like nothing had ever happened.
And the city whispered break your solitude

you alone are not enough

then when I was about to fall again into your smile
i turned around and wished you good night

I have never felt so strong.