I refuse to recite soliloquies,
and I have found out much, too much
I know of
the knowing
and the thoughts
I know of the decisions
I see the mindless waters;
Seas


I found this somewhere and really enjoyed it:

On that day, she will leave me for someone with a beret and cigarettes who will treat her badly and quote poetry at her in other languages.

I do not know about the leaving, though it seems likely; and I dislike the beret, but I do wait for the poetry. In truth, on a someone, the cigarettes are addictive and the other - the maltreatment - makes it simpler; gives my mind some freedom.