We met in a classroom.
On the way between
lost love and exile.
“Follow me in life,
and your pain I will kiss away”,
you said.
And your words were
not just empty talk.
I stood there in ecstasy,
with you clawing at my
hair and my chest.
The hard edges disappeared.
The saplings of weeping
and rage – ripped up.
So we set off of find the coast,
and peer once again
into the cave of life.
A Wandering Poet 