He put the coffee
In the cup
He put the milk
In the cup of coffee
He put the sugar
In the cafe au lait
With the coffee spoon
He stirred
He drank the cafe au lait
And he set down the cup
Without a word to me
He lit
A cigarette
He made rings
With the smoke
He put the ashes
In the ashtray
Without a word to me
Without a look at me
He got up
He put
His hat on his head
He put
His raincoat onBecause it was raining
And he left
In the rain
Without a word
Without a look at me
And me I took
My head in my hand
And I cried.
-Jacques Prévert
