des lettres à poster de là-bas , un dernier regard sur ton portrait , la nuit encore noire , aller vers la gare de lyon comme avant

Meeting

It is the dead of night,

The long dead look out towards
The new dead
Walking towards them

There is a soft heartbeat
As the dead embrace
Those who are long dead
And those of the new dead
Walking towards them

They cry and they kiss
As they meet again
For the first and last time

Harold Pinter, 2002