The last time it was said
it was said,
with the depth of the ocean that flowed in our veins
it was shouted in the streets of the old town, in the avenues,
down the lanes
it was sprayed out in laughter along the walls full of ivy,
we still flow like a river that moves to the sea
your voice still makes me quiver as
easily,
but quietly now, a whisper, that's how
it goes.