I was stretched out on the spare bed

Pretending to be asleep

But I was watching you move around my studio

My sketches some good and some without talent

Were spread out all over the cool stone floor

I could see that you rather liked some of them

So I stood up startling you slightly

And told you to choose the ones that you liked

As we had planned to eat in the Cafe of the Shade

Before I walked you slowly to the railway station

At La Ciotat where I was to bid my farewell to you