“Girl”

I found once a girl

I had to let her go

She was Italian and blonde

Refreshing, with a certain energy

And fond of me

(or so she said)

And she made the bed

Before we went to the festival

In her yellow convertible

It matched her hair you know

We fit quite well together

Easily under the sun, and tender

I found once a girl

I had to let her go

May 2006