Last Year at Marienbad

“Leave me alone please”
And again these walls, corridors, doors
and still more beyond.
In order to reach you
you don’t know the paths I’ve taken.
Now you are here
you still try to escape,
but you are here in this garden,
within my reach,
within my sight.
You are here.
“Who are you?”
“What’s your name?”
That does not matter.
“That does not matter.
You’re like some phantom
waiting for me to come.
Leave me, leave me, leave me.”
(bubbling stream)
It’s already too late.
You asked me not too see you
but of course we met
the day after or the next or the day after that,
perhaps it was by accident.
I insisted on you leaving with me.
You said it was impossible of course.
But you know it’s the only thing left for you to do.
“Yes perhaps. I don’t know.
But why must it be me?”
You were waiting for me.
“No, I wasn’t. I was waiting for no one.”
Waiting for nothing as though you were dead.
It’s not true.
You are still alive.
You’re here.
I can see you.