See you tomorrow

You  told me :

'' See you tomorrow ! ''

But before tomorrow 

there will be a night 

and in the great book ,

my name may already 

be written by the elegant pen 

of an ethereal creature ,

perhaps angel or demon ,

probably both at once ...

Accountants of our faults ,

applied to the clarity of their records .

Angels are trusworthy servants 

who do not omit any names from the list ...

But they know nothing about tomorrow

and their moments are but the eternity 

of our farewells...

 You arranged to meet me ,

how we say  ''Hello good bye ! ''

I'll wait for you at the '' Café of life ''

Among the distracted onlookers 

fiddling their smuttyphones 

as one mechanically makes love 

to an organic doll ...

I'll read your obituary 

on the broken hearts column .

 You left me the lagunas of a novel

that tells the story of a maybe, 

a never, sometimes a guitar in the rain...

Here,I am ,fragile as a foundation stone 

deprived of roots...

 Can angels dream ? They never sleep 

and do not bear the weight of the day after...

 Vincent come toward me ,his crippled 

selfportrait scribbled like a child's drawing .

He smiles sadly ,whispering to me : 

 '' See you tomorrow ! ''