reencounter

It is always a mystery to me

the way he mutters my name like a

subtle wave fondly hitting

the shore.

When did my world became him?

Was it all because of his greedy existence?

After I met you

I started to fear death everyday and every night

and I swear,

if I died today

I would like it to be by your hands,

pretty and delicate hands.

Only in that way, death would become the most beautiful thing

and only like that

I would be able to leave this world with no

regret or pain.

So I beg you

hold me one more time

and then put your hands around my neck.

Otherwise

I would have to make God cry

for not having mercy on me

and for not giving me the only death

I could ever bear

to

finally

be free

once again.

I shall meet you one more time to become one after all.