Bubbles

And again, all given me was soap bubbles.
But for a while I had felt you so close as if
I really had a warm nest in your heart and
we were like one and the same, belonging
to each other. Now I can’t even recall those
tender feelings, but I know for some days
I felt so happy and fulfilled. Now left with
me is me and only me – and not as it’s bad.
No, it’s not that! But it would have been so
nice if the fling with you had lasted longer
than like blowing shimmering soap bubbles
a beautiful and joyful day in July, now gone
autumn to come.

 

 

 

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