you hear a sweet tinkle
bell outside
you run out
swift as wind
panting
gushing
you look here
and then there
no
she is
nowhere
you smile
and go back in again
maintaining
with great effort
that pin drop silence
so you can hear
that tinkle
that tinkle
one more time
your gain
or
your pain
you don’t care anymore
gain
or, pain
both are now
redundant.
you feel,
in vain