about leaving

Leaving

You were sitting on a chair

in a silent room,

I was lying on a bed

just beside you.

You were not leaving

as there was no one left to follow.

We talked about following,

I lost my opinion,

Because it’s like borrowing

someone else’s dream to leave.

                      Sometimes I’m stuck in your orbit

and I can’t take my own course

and I don’t understand all.

Maybe there’s nothing to know of

just sometimes to make sure

I’m dreaming my own dreams through.

I was crying on my bed

my head was full

of images of you

and her who loves you too.

And my tears

are for the fear

of loosing.

And we talked about love and loving,

I lost my opinion

because it’s like the river and the stream

of lightness and kindness and kissing.

I won’t ever loose you,

you are my friend,

as the situations change

we are soft like the summer air.