09/02/10

I miss you in my blister, lone child!

I miss – your blowing scarf,

I miss – your sharpened mind,

I miss – my paintings in your eyes…

I miss the time, when you and I…

When I and you – was more, than “us”…

I missed you, flying over France,

I missed you, flying over Alps,

I missed you, flying over sands…

I missed you changing wives and planes…

It seems, this day will be the last –

Of many wasted in the chain.