I turned around,

looked down,

and thought I saw you

in your special norm,

waiting impatiently

for our precious

moments.

What treasures;

short they were;

filled by unspoken

thoughts, hidden

behind the veil of sleep;

behind moralities.

I saw the flags waving

and the yellow van

stuck in the traffic,

as you were walking

under the wet sky

somewhere

alone.

Is this yet another

illusion towards a

bleak future?

Will the truth

ever be leaked while

beauty shimmers?

Clear me.

Make this

real.

S