OUR BENCH


I don’t know what meaning
Had for you
Our bench

We got there with such a white heart
As anyone who begins a blank diary

The clumsy game of knowing each other
The sweet game of emotion through the tip of our fingers
Lengthening the space left in half an hour

Breathing that time as a second stolen to eternity
And every day
Taking from the present the intimacy of a second

Let me spy you for an instant longer
Recording the shinning hidden behind your look
Savour my wish

Stroke the fold of your smile with my glance
Feel your youth beating by my side

So, when you have left
I’ll keep your presence living
And your absence will tell me that you existed

Stuck to me
On this bench
Far away from this world.

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