Lada Homolová

 

I remember

what you said

and in that park

I lost my head.

 

I remember:

no one knows;

but what do I do

when it shows?

 

I remember

what you swore

and look at me -

now I'm a whore.

 

I remember

how you stared

and if you ask me,

yes, I'm scared.

 

I remember

how you smiled.

But will it matter

to my child?

 

I remember

how you ran

but don't you worry

I'll raise our son.