"It rained. We walked..."

It rained. We walked. Your hair

was getting wet.

I breathed its scent. We shared

a cigarette.

God, politics or Hermann Hesse, --

I loved your voice.

We were together. I was blessed

and I rejoiced.

I held your hand. How fragile

was your glove!

I was naïve and I imagined

this was love…