If only I could find behind your fancy glasses and your childish smile
What I was looking for at that time.
If only those very glasses were not disguising
somewhat straying eyes.
The smile would melt into the promised happiness,
opening lips that would search all about me.
If only I could have built more floors, greener gardens, glassier skyscrapers!
But there we are, staring at each other, out of reach, hugging and pecking but the cold!
We have made history, I see it and so do you;
But yet... un-born dreams, aborted, deliciously tasted but given up, consciously.
Flashes that will no longer repeat themselves, for you are still here and gone, and I, soon, will be too.