I would like to…

tell you

that I am occupied with your

visits

in the twilight of our guessing

in a lost

descriptive biography

and

in all these noisy interpretations

...still

you are

a nameless omnipresence

as if you knew

that

there isn’t

a place

where you could go

you…without a home

… on the crossroad

of our "coming and going"

paths

with a smile of delicate  

sweetness.