Because you are never herebut always there, I forgetnot you but what you look like. You drift down the streetin the rain, your facedissolving, changing shape, the coloursrunning together. My walls absorbyou, breathe you forthagain, you resumeyourself, I do not recognize you. You rest on the bedwatching me watchingyou, we will never knoweach other any betterthan we do now
Margaret AtwoodAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: canadian
- Born: November 18, 1939