We are here. Laying on the same bed.
Following our souls’ conversation,
Smiling in the darkness of your room.
We both know that the next morning
We will not be here. We will be apart.
We hug as we are saying goodbye.
Knowing that our goodbyes are temporary.
Knowing that we are going to miss
Each- other’s eyes, lips and breath.
Knowing that I’m not free to the point
of staying longer.
All I know is that I’m in love with you.
Spring will be here soon. Summer, then Fall.
All these tall naked trees will flourish.
Their beauty won’t last forever.
Leaves will shed. This is the life’s cycle.
I can’t tell exactly where I stand.
Am I flourishing or shedding as a leaf?