Cheese

Her magic disappeared

the morning dew builds up

out of nowhere;

left is a drop of time.

I wonder a lot about her. Because that is what I do. My own personal obsession of sorts with her.

I don’t make a move which makes me suspect that am not that crazy about her as I should.

Am rational about the whole thing. In my book that means that it ain’t meant to be.

Yet the impact is like walking the Triana  bridge.

I whole new world, so exotic, filled with dangers so not before me.