I’m gonna touch you
with the speed of blink of an eye,
To you won’t even notice my drowning spirit.
Rain is crying down
like a sponge in the sky,
Squeezed by hidden God,
who checks my limit.
Awaiting for obscurity
like spoiled haze -
Such a torture -
synchronized by wall-clocks.
Every stuff around you is out
of its place,
Even pillows, cups or lonely forks.
Just opened book
with your note marks
Was forgotten on a shelf,
do you remember?
Though I do. I’ll always do and sparks
Between us still exist like amber.