At 47.3756° north and 8.5427° east
Your white, serious-looking shirt,
partly covered by those golden waves of your hair,
clinching my arm under the umbrella
and your “No is No”.
We have come a long way
Somehow we parted,
Somehow we stayed,
It is like we weren’t destined,
but meant to remain
My soul is naked.
Tears.
You, on the sofa in Buenos Aires,
You, in climax,
Me, within.
It’s a marvel
how hearts can ache to connect
but choose,
still,
to remain apart.
We.
