Purely imagination -
or so I assumed
‘til I knew
that you felt it too.
Mere wishful thinking,
or something I dreamed?
Now I'm sure -
you, too, wanted more.
It was clear, as we parted,
this thing was mistimed,
but the riddle remains -
why we both felt the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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