I will see you again
but you won't kiss my lips
and I won't hold your hand
We shall walk side by side
and laugh, admire the first bouts of spring
Talk- about absolutely everything
just like we used to, hundreds of days ago
but not entwined anymore
I am sure it will work
Practice makes perfect after all...
Copyright by Violetta Sadowski
April 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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