Will

You were so far from me.
You were such a lone man.

Do you know that you have become my poem again?

I do not joke with it.
It is easy to find correct words
with which you can be expressed.
But it is not allowed me to tell about the meeting.

The city…
Silence…
The warm evening…

Are you a real man again?
This question is not allowed either.

You are so beautiful in my poems.
Will you? Were you?
The sad questions…

Will you? Were you?
The useless questions…

However you grew out through time thanks to my poems
as a tender grass grows out through hard asphalt.