I.

“Where are you bb?” Your very first words.

At the end of the night your angel had flown away like a bird.

“I’m here why did you go… without saying good bye?”

Drunk on martinis and moonlight, I didn’t recall why!

You’d already fallen for me.

And, for you, I fell from the sky.

II.

You said we’ll make music together, write poems line by line.

You’ll cook for me, while I pour the wine.

How did you know the way to my heart in such a short time?

We planned to party all night and stare at the same moon.

And when you surprised me with a yacht, how could I not swoon?

I am reeling and feeling something anew.

You cannot die from an overdose of satisfaction, can you?

III.

More (a)musings coming soon.

~Just L (March 15, 2017)