Sharing the tear’s
The sorrows
Nervous laughter
Standing upon the platform of our dreams
Waving away our innermost emotion’s
Shattering the ecstasy of plans and schemes.

Looking into each others eyes – that glisten
wondering if, or when, we’ll ever meet
Making the effort not to hurt each other
By saying something rash or indiscreet.

This is the precious language of departure
Sadly translated on life’s devious track
Hoping, where hope’s has died, for resurrection
Of our great love, that has no turning back.