There she was standing steady on her feet,
Stumbling towards her, I mumbled a shy greet.
Her pretty face, I remembered so well,
not to talk about her voice, her lovely smell.
A voice that sounds again so sweet,
mind and heart again compete.
Together for a couple of hours, we walk.
Sipping coffee, for hours we talk.
Towards the end we both despise,
why is it that at a moments like this time flies?
I hate it, to read the sadness in her eyes,
one of the most difficult goodbyes.
Letting go her soft skin, her hand,
this all was not at all planned.
Not under control, next to the car I stand.
In pouring rain, concrete feels like sand.
Eyes following me while I walk the street,
I can even feel my own heartbeat.
While I cycle home my hands still shake,
I realise this is too much to take…
Quietly I walk away,
for now I know I cannot stay.
Although our hands do convey,
so sorry to leave you in dismay…