it happened that morning...
she was walking... slow and silent.
and there, she stopped... for a moment,
looked at me and whispered something
as i stared at that pretty fat dog on the street...
'while was i in this place...'
'what...?' puzzled were my eyebrows.
silent but not quiet... she started walking.
did she say something? no... but yes...
'hey, what did you say?' no... nothing.
it was now our second round.
the same pretty fat dog on the street
stared at me as i tried for something to find...
she held my hand but not so tight.
'i am sure, you said something,' i was loud.
the pretty fat dog was still staring at me.
i felt my hand getting weaker and weaker
'shall we sit here for a while?' i asked her.
polite was her tone, 'please, not here...'
and she started walking a bit faster
holding my hand, now a bit denser.
puzzled, confused and disturbed, i cried,
'did she say something?' but no one heard.
i looked at her. silent and now, quiet.
we took left, towards 'friends street'
there our home... but none asked
'shall we go for a third round?'
