The mirror told me a different story
I had frequently asked about you
Since the summer we met and lost each other again
We had made love on a sky shorn of violence
Clouds touched us before leaving
The glass in the sun broke in a chiaroscuro
Of a dream
Streets rolled us in
Before a preemptive strike parted us
I know I will see you again
Just before hurts heighten
A lost touch
Of another day.
