Separate

We cannot meet again for obvious reasons
but do you ever remember
our first glance, when I heard whispering
(sometimes this can happen in tunnels)
and you bared pain?
We almost collided.

After that it was to be 4/5 years
of never meeting. During which I dreamed.
Those were the happiest times.

A painless introduction.

Once we'd met
you kissed and turned me old
maybe this was not deliberate
and I
couldn't be away from you
I was in love

and sometimes this would last a couple of hours too long.

I recall
withdrawal,
the trembling
and the guardian voices you always left behind
telling me
you were just about to turn the corner with your mood.

THE END
Not everything was resolved
there were
some clauses of the heart
which I accepted without reading the small print.
A lover = a fool.
Damn Damn Damn
psychic I may be
but I do not seek communion with the dead.

You carry a sword and I pray for our reunion to be short
as the turning point of autumn .
I'll close my eyes tonight and wait.
Will you at least agree on that?