20 years later we met on a street near Sainte- Catherine ,
she told me \'\' You\'ve not changed ! \'\'
\'\' Lets grab a coffee at Tim Hortons and have a chat ! \'\'
I \'ve changed and moved a lot around ,
believing that each blonde was my dreamland ...
You\'ve got some gray hairs in tune with the seasons...
We undressed our lives from top to flop ,
in front of 2 silent,burning witnesses .
Amour, reverie ,trouble ,dough ,
and the kids we never really knew ...
We didn\'t dare tell we loved each other ,
not evoking this bed in battle song,
thinking \'\' maybe \'\'... And snow falls
on Tim Hortons boredom ...
The mugs are half-soul with just left unsaid...
We exchanged a phone number ,
a way of saying \'\' Goodbye ! \'\'
I watched you turning the corner
between Sainte-Catherine and never ...
Bitter sweet mugs .