Years

Three days, seven weeks eighty-eight or ninety-nine. All I know is that you are mine, tell me, is your heart in line? I remember how you held my hand, I remember what you told me, I remember every word, every touch, every smiles. Felt like heaven, sweet divine, drowning, falling, burning, loving. I didn't want you to leave, and so you smiled and stayed a little. Now you see me, let go, don't touch me, don't love me, control me, don't fool me. Three months, seven years, I'm thirty one, you're thirty two. You can see all my fears, falling down like burning tears. I'd do it again, although what will I gain. A time with you alone again, Years went by, years go by, years are gone. years and years and years and years, calling for you, until this year. -keren