We were young in a way that already felt like losing summer clinging to us like a song on low volume Your name tasted like cheap soda and regret sweet at first, then flat by morning

You said forever the way people say maybe eyes drifting past me to something shinier, farther I learned early that love can be a wide open road with no sign telling you where to stop

I love you small, aching ways waiting, hoping, pretending silence was devotion Every promise flickered like blue static on a TV screen close enough to touch, never clear enough to trust

Now I carry you like a faded photograph edges soft, colors bleeding into what I wanted you to be I don’t miss your hands so much as the boy I was when I thought they’d never let go

It's hard to explain... She came for a reason, and that reason is over.

This afternoon she told me with teary eyes that she was tired of traveling. And we hugged several times... and there was a long caress between our arms. And what began as a sad afternoon ended with the voice of Jim Morrison singing Love me two times.

But the reality is that she will be gone to other city... our paths are forced not to finish something that has started with complicity, look of mutual passion, whisky and a lot of rock and roll.

I handed her a lit cigarette and she told me that she only fell in love with men who passionate the knowledge.

Before return home I kissed her forehead.

I have a few time to enjoy her existence... Let's see how we end.

Emily Dickinson, from ’These are the days when birds come back’ (Poem #130), Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson