It is always the broken streets
that lead to your open arms
Always the uneven cracks of the pavement
which seem to me like
individual beats of your heart
As I drive this windy road
not slowing at the bends or turns;
It is only towards you I race
and only away do I drive slowly
As the further and further we are apart
my heartstrings seem to stretch as rubber bands
tied to your fingertips and arteries
leading to your heart
I\'m sure you feel it too,
the stretching and tearing
which leads to the rivers
running rapid down your cheeks
I promised, my love, I would not forget you
but already the dust is settling
on the feeling of your cheek in my palm
on you green eyes and dilated pupils
and your smile,
which, it seems,
only I could place on your lips.