He put the coffee
In the cup
He put the milk
in the cup of coffee
He put the sugar
In the café au lait
With the teaspoon
He stirred
He drank the café au lait
And he replaced the cup
Without speaking to me He lit
A cigarette
He made rings
With the smoke
He put the ashes
In the ashtray
Without speaking to me
Without looking at me
He got up
He put
His hat on his head
He put on
His raincoat
Because it was raining
And he left
In the rain
Without a word
And me I took
My head in my hands
and I cried.
– Jacques Prévert