Your letter, my tear in the distance
Among the verses in a tattered notebook.
You know by heart, read them
Kissing, crying, asking for God's sake.
And to me amidst the snows among the anxieties
- For each year, waiting for a meeting.
When you open the door and enter the doorway
Light love charred candles.
And remembering youth, the first kiss
We rush off in memory like the will of the wind.
I can handle it, just don’t miss it,
Of course it will be this, a long evening.
And daughter, I’ll squeeze my chest tightly,
And the heart will beat restlessly.
And every moment with my soul I will accept
Watch how time rushes mercilessly.
Canada 2019