I watched you, watching for me
For more than 10 minutes before you saw
You smiled and ran away from your lost glance to
Where does this feeling come from and how can two be separate from all and want to share so much?
A red wheel barrel, a ship bound for all ports, we’ll read
Blankets and soup
Hence the feeling of truth in your grip
I don’t have to explain to anyone
Hemingway was right.