When we saw each other, our eyes
were locked, not into each other
but into the memories we shared.


When we were together in a crowd,
nobody knew about us. Just you and me.
Separately.


I was content with our
secret closeness. Yet to a woman,
Love cannot be unsaid.


My greed of belonging
pushed us apart. In a breath, we tore away
our past.


I should be happy with our
silent goodbye. Each night is just
another night. Without expecting you.


Each morning is
beautiful weather. birds singing. everyone smiling.
everything I did not have.


And how painful, the loneliness
of the footsteps with no more rush
to run towards somebody.


If there’s nothing new about thinking of you
what is it
that makes me think of you, not so much,
but for so long?