You gave me handfull of shells
that evening
we layed them on our table
and
we ate them all with lemon
you have chosen the special pair
now they lie on my window sill side by side
under the moonlight
and the shells talk to me
over and over again
about the things
I dare not to forget
I speak to your being there
you don't even move near
all of a sudden you were standing in my palm
closed the shutters of my window
and begun dreaming about playing the piano.

gunsel djemal 18/12/2009 Bromley Road