There were two roads ahead –

one road disowned us both…

as for the other - we turned away

from it at the bend.

The naked sky clothed me

in warm rain

for a long time –

for a long time, he melted

in the warming rain.

Then, kindling the passion

of a lifetime, he took hold

of my trembling hand.

‘Come, let’s put a roof above these moments!’

he said.

‘Look! There in the distance,

there’s an empty space,

between loving and living.’