Was it raining? Or was it drizzling?
What were the drops that accompanied your mascara
over your cheeks?
Probably both:
drops from heaven and drops from your eyes,
also heaven..
heavens intertwined,
like our goodbye,
a mix of destiny and choice,
intertwined.
Your eyes were red. I guess you cried a lot
on your way to this parking lot.
The mixture of your heavenly blue eyes
and this not-so-new red touched my softness,
and I was perplexed.
Another mixture was stirring in my heart:
the firmness of choice
and the ache of distance.
I held your hand
and kissed it twice.
You kissed the air between us,
and vanished.
