Was there summer before the autumn of his love?
Was there dawn before the dusk of his skin?

I do not remember…I carry him inside my eyelids…damp and full of love…

I do not remember what my life was like before him…but I feel free; freer than I was ever before…

Everyday during my endless journey from home to office and office to home, I close my eyes and spend some time with him. And ever since, these 3 hours of journey has begin to appear too short…I don’t get enough time with him…

Through my damp eyes I see him and collect him beneath my lashes…
I recollect the warmth of his embrace and his words each day…over and over again…relieving each moment…