Windows

I saw the window where we changed our souls. I remember it's what I said the first time you asked what happened. We just switched our souls, I said. Things are strange, but they look like the same. However, memories are always making them different. There was the echo of your laugh in the corridor, and the glass was opaque in the part we were talking for a long time.  The heating gave me the idea of your breath so close to my face. The shine of the windows was equal, but they are entirely different now. It is rare too, but some of them reflect your long black hair. Some others have the colours of that night.  I saw the forms of your waist in another one, and maybe in the corner the earrings you lost that day.

I saw everything clear in the windows now, like things never come back.