When this is all over, and your eyes become nondescript blue,
and your name something that started with some letter,
I’ll still remember windowsill, call me weird.
When your face is filled with generic features
to make up for time and negligence, the odd detail
of that time you asked me how to say windowsill in English
may come up to my mind, as if my drunk feat
of mastering my shyness in the hostility of the street
and coming up to you, to exhaust all my charms,
staking my frail emotions was all simply
for you to remember how to say windowsill.
