talk

We talk about love.
Hiding our feelings.
And everything is just ahead
And everything is not so sad.
We dream of one thing.
About our imminent meeting.
About how we are together.
On a cold winter evening.
We sit alone with you.
And no one is needed.
We feel good together.
And even words are inaudible.
To be only with the one
Who was so much needed.
Or maybe not to be silent?
To say how I waited for the meeting
To say only about love
To say and come what may.
To say how hard it is
To miss each other for a long time
And to wait for only one thing
That the past will not be.