Somewhere ages and ages from now
we will regret these easy years
We let them slip so carelessly by
We will awake one day
old, next to each other
and wish we had confessed out-loud: “I still think of you, ”
try to win back so many years
spent apart,
We will grab
to reach
each Changing Sun
when we were proud; For what?
But instead of confessing we make dark and gloomy
these luminous atriums of our heart,
where our warmest thoughts meet and collide
Always they set up secret rendezvous here, where no one is watching
to hold hands without our consent,
And we have turned our backs
But far away from each other
we still fantasize
And let time ooze by
through limp fingers
saying nothing
Still, I wake up with my lips wet
from your dream
with me last night.
Alina Gavrila
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confessions-from-the-future-in-memory-of-balkan-train-rides-and-what-they-once-meant/
