We already waved our handies
Hoping to draw in the indifference of the air a sign that could hook us
We slightly agitated the arms for precious hugs
And the heads to give agreement
We advanced with measured steps
Half sitting, half standing up
 A bit turned back to avoid the puddles
Where we had looked into each other's eyes, before
We believed in it because it is useful
We had little to fear because we said it all
Long and bitter thoughts of an ungrateful love
We had healed enough in the angles
But the water is not always fresh
Neither salted the sea spray in the distance
Open the unnecessary and the unachievable
The unscrewed hope and the cautious knowledge
We say maybe not
We remain cordial and cold
We say that it's too late
That this time this will be for an other time

Marsh 2016