I once was a poet - May 2004

(To andrea)
Begin. The End. (The 10th of July)

In four years of tears, lessons and loss
We managed to find each other.
Two years too late and too much ego
Left us as two good friends.

As March marched off and spring came in
Out sprung something new.

...To all the words and feelings I overlooked,
And for taking your hand while I was half blind
I send you this, an apology letter,
Wishing things had all gone better.

(On this the day, the twelfth of May,
We celebrate one month.
Already two days have passed away
Of two more months to go.

With your head on my shoulder
And mine on yours
I count the final days.

In two short years of loss and tears,
I've come to think the world of you.
Your smile, our talks, your friendship most
Means everything to me.)

But all this ends on a day in July,
On the tenth of July
we say goodbye.