It is written,
that we will move on,
that we will get by
until we reach the place where
the ocean kisses the sky.

I never try to imagine the night without you,
never imagine myself getting through
this alone,
this pairing, a sharing of hearts and of minds,
finds me
wanting more.
I want to write the score,play the tune
frolic and laugh underneath a
blue moon.
I want you to come through with me,
beside me to guide me,
to slide with me ,slip with me,grip and
hold tight to me.

If what is written is true then
these things we go through
will make us stronger,
no longer alone,
imagining the night and
holding on tight to the
dream.

Yehudit sits
at the front
of the school bus
with her sister.

I sit with Goldfinch
on the left hand side
half way down.

She turns
and smiles at me.

Her eyes glimmer
like moonlit waves.

Goldfinch talks
of football.

I hate football
but pretend
to like it,
throwing a few names
I know
into the conversation
to keep away
the silence.

The driver turns
on the radio.

A song about Mr Postman
and a letter comes on.

I look up at her.

She looks at me
the smile still there.

I wish she was here
next to me
instead of Goldfinch;
her thigh touching mine
as we sit,
her elbow brushing
against mine
in conversation.

Her smile seems to say:
remember yesterday?
I remember.

My lips holding
her lips in the that
first kiss.

Her body close to mine.

A pulse racing through me
like a chased cat.

I wish she was here
and not there.

I look up
and she has turned
to the driver and talks.

I wish it was me
she was talking to do,
my eyes
she was gazing into.

I look away
and catch a word
that Goldfinch throws.

How deep love sinks
and holds
no one knows.