Now that you are gone

I feel your presence all the time

Yesterday

In the middle of a supermarket

from behind a fruit stand

you attacked me

A long punch first

a turn and then a kick

I reacted naturally

just as you have taught me :

a block a turn another block

silence

And as you vanished back

into the neon light

I thought that I saw

that smile of yours

Then I bent over

to pick up some oranges

and none knew

that I was bowing to you Maître

I walk freely now

for I have no place to hide