Sun sets to fall asleep
but leaves it's gloss to play the encore
before the day ends.

I've known for a long time
which direction my feelings go.

The goal has not been known
but I hope it stays here to live.

The second hour of our vacation is running
my hand moves closer,
in the rough grass,
to back of his hand.

I want him to say my name,
in a way which no one will hear.
Hold me,
in a way which no one will experience

- then he rises and joins with our classmates,
who start to play soccer.

He hugs Mary and they swing side to side
– eventually falling to the ground – laughing.

Jealousy whispers,
asks to join me.

I consider it.

First,
I try to stop sadness to become visible.

Doesn't take long,
when a goal is scored.

Cheering, laughing – enjoyment.