I remember
a November afternoon
years ago
where I saw you for the first time after.
With your beautiful dark eyes and your tired face.
As I embraced you,
felt your thin, thin frame
in my arms,
I thought
"you're real, you're here, you're well."
I remember that day and how happy we were to walk together again, under the painted evening sky.
How happy I was
that there was an after.
I hope this time, it can stay.
-26.03.2020
