You are in love but taken by pale September. The embers of my heart ablaze;

While all our solitude is on a night train. Far ago I’ve heard your breath almost

so near and sweet. Why have I been in dooms lips. What has kept us apart?

Burn all my tomorrows with your touch, if you wish..

You know you must.

”I wanted to tell you everything; But you ran and I felt like a fool.

Hollow was the rhythm, my heart a river folded in the sun through

the greenest trees.”

Poetry by Vanessa Matic