on a cold morning

I felt attracted the very first time i saw him.. He looked at me, then i looked at him, the first time we were face to face, i felt attached.. He came near me and stood by myside, i couldnt help caressing his hair..It was soft and beautiful, and his meaningful eyes, whenever they touched mine i felt more and more connected.. I walked a little while and he was coming after me. He had a crippled leg, but i wasnt looking at it in order not to embarass him.. I stopped without turning back and he came again, his eyes were asking love..

I got on the bus queue.. He was on the other side of the road, i was looking at him, he was looking at me and everyone was looking at us. He was trying to reach me but the cars were so fast that his crippled leg was a hinderance between us. I realized again, that life must be hard for him.. After a few minutes another dog approached to him and after staring at me some more seconds, he turned back and took off, that was the last time i saw that sweet street dog..

witness

this blue screen,
7/24 drawn curtains,
the changing air,
the increasing heartbeats,
the wooden floor,
our bare feet,
the music in the air,
the music in our ears,
the music in our veins,
our rhythm,
the recording machines
in our head,
the city
witnessed it all..

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blanks,
yet no gaps,
it has always been hard to write about you,

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we did so much
we have so much left to do,
so much left to do..