A clandestine meeting,
In an old railway tunnel.
It has to be.
No one can know
How much I love you,
Can see how much I love you.
I must be strong when we say
Our public goodbye.
So must you.
Just two good friends,
Bidding each other adieu.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Only you and I will know,
Know that our hearts will not be whole
Till we see each other again.
A Meeting
25 Sunday May 2014
Posted in poetry

Very melancholy. Perfect image.
It is, isn’t it?