J\u2019ai des pulls trop grands sur le dos de la chaise pr\u00eats \u00e0 \u00eatre enfil\u00e9s. Une bouteille \u00e0 demi pleine, \u00e0 moiti\u00e9 vide pour l\u2019oublier. Un cahier gribouill\u00e9 dont les pages s\u2019arrachent au fil des ann\u00e9es. Et des mots qui reviennent quand j\u2019ai peur de me rappeler.<\/p>\n
Je t\u2019avais promis qu\u2019un jour ou l\u2019autre, que tout deviendrait une histoire, un roman qui viendrait fictionner le mur mal peint que tu as laiss\u00e9.<\/p>\n
La m\u00e9moire, c\u2019est comme tout\u2026 C\u2019est bien mieux quand elle est embrouill\u00e9e comme un chat qui revient juste pour avoir sa p\u00e2t\u00e9e. Les souvenirs, il vaut mieux les \u00e9crire plut\u00f4t que les garder.<\/p>\n
J\u2019ai des pulls trop grands et je te vois encore les enfiler. Dispara\u00eetre et revenir, le sourire encore mouill\u00e9.<\/p>\n
J\u2019avais promis de t\u2019\u00e9crire, t\u2019offrir cet ultime po\u00e8me \u00e0 l\u2019image de la derni\u00e8re nuit o\u00f9 l\u2019on a bais\u00e9.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
J\u2019ai des pulls trop grands sur le dos de la chaise pr\u00eats \u00e0 \u00eatre enfil\u00e9s. Une bouteille \u00e0 demi pleine, \u00e0 moiti\u00e9 vide pour l\u2019oublier. Un cahier gribouill\u00e9 dont les pages s\u2019arrachent au fil des ann\u00e9es. Et des mots qui reviennent quand j\u2019ai peur de me rappeler. Je t\u2019avais promis qu\u2019un jour ou l\u2019autre, que […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[9],"tags":[8],"class_list":["post-68","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-journal","tag-chroniques"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4SHRd-16","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=68"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=68"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=68"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ericlaugier.com\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=68"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}