I know that I will see her again and it will be
Soon but it’s not soon enough when gone
Is too long.
When gone might as well be
Death.
But, the fantasy flies like new year’s confetti
No I don’t mean death like “dead”…no
Like away and no feelings and no…
Her
I felt her skin, under
Searching fingertips, under
The pretense of brushing away a snow flake
Under
Her spell, her gaze, her
Skin
I know that I will see her again and it will be
Soon and it will be
Like everything all over
Like every time; the same
All over
Me
Standing on the curb looking into endless eyes
Looking at tomorrow
I felt her skin
And I felt
Alive
No fantasy flying, no
Pretense
I am thinking I know
I will see her again
I am thinking
Of her.
I am smiling.
I am,
Finally .