both sides at once.
Heads and tails agreed to meet.
That night
—for I’m sure it was at night—
He spoke.
Not by force, as it was usual,
but by means of a silent pact I would have
never
believed to be possible.
Powerful was
—who’d dare to doubt—
the sake for this to happen.
Afraid I was,
of course
for I knew Him and I had seen what He
could do to me.
“Not this time”
—He seemed to say—
“In peace we’re meant to be
for you have found her and I can
—finally—
set you free
from being me”
And so He did
—at least—
until I felt you flee.
And hence He came
back
and tossed the coin again
knowing
as well as I did
we’d
never
speak
again.
