Fly away my dear – the torment that follows me and soon
Will catch up to you.
Inherent in lines of love is the biting truth:
‘We will not end up together’, the wind blew.
When the heat lulled us, I felt the eternity
Of our such love.
But time stretched it out. It didn’t grow,
And I was starved and cold being away from my cove.
As time drifted
into the noiseless
wings of the albatross
I merely watched it go.
Didn’t even try to kill it.