Let us go back
to the time we both appreciate the clouds,
to the time we walk hand in hand;
when the street is ours
and the rest of the world shuts before us.
Please go back
to the place our eyes first fell upon each other;
where our universe collided in that single gaze
that meant heaven and hell;
a split of second that spelled my ultimate bliss.
Meet me there.
Let me have my final blow.
So I could rest this piece.