The image...
the dream...
burnt into my mind.
Is it something
which I should remember?
Or should I try to forget?
If I cry now will it help?
Or will it only get worse?
What is happening?
Or has it already occured?
I can't decide which.
A man,
a woman...
An image etched in my thoughts...
A word is at his lips.
What could it be?
An answer?
Then it comes to me
as I try not to cry.
That man is you
and he's saying,
"good-bye".
This is an elegant piece. I love its style and its rhythm.