When did we become strangers?
Don’t know when
did we become strangers?
or why
or how?
All that is registered in my clouded memory
is the smile whithered,
the door shut,
and the memory of closeness
faded into the seven clouds.
Looking at the river,
running in slow motion,
taking with it particles of unspoken words.
Did you know,
the southern winds ripped off
every line I wrote for you
in anger,
in kindness and in desperation.
Now, we are so far away that the wind
cannot whisper our story
in time you reach your door
and close it to the words
which have traveled the seven seas
to reach you for the last time..