Weekend In London
The taxi dropped me outside your door. You were already by the stairs waiting for me.
“Hello” I said to you, to break awkwardness of the moment.
You smiled and leaned down to grab my suitcase you gave me a short kiss on the lips.
We went inside the house and embraced, without saying any words.
Our eyes spoke our hands held together our bodies that had become one spoke.
Hours later with a drink and a cigar we laid on the couch, we listened to the music of our lives. We learned each other from it, whatever we didn’t know up to that point.
We walked by the river holding hands, yet always silent.
Instead of us, running next to us, the Thames River spoke.
We returned home. For the remaining of the night and the following day we stayed in bed and spoke but just a few words.
Our silence spoke of everything we wanted to say.
How long have we known each other? How well do we know each other?
At that time we didn’t know.
We discovered it years later.
Sunday morning, before I left for the airport, I bought for you a flower in a pot.
I asked you to give it a name and take care of it. To talk to it and love it as it may flower for a long time.
You promised to do so.
And I, with that promise from your lips as a good bye kiss I started my way back.

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