i smile

There i sit

what do you see?

that i am all confident

but wonder

Now i am here

all agitated

so much thoughts

not knowing

which to type

I read the book

of course it's wrong

of course it's right

it's the way you write

will you come down

the mountain again

will i see how you tremble

will i feel again

that your hand is steady

and so very soft

when it touches me

and annie i miss you too, when will you come again, and not just on internet, i am good, happy to feel the sun on my naked skin just out of the shower, but then i think when i could listen to you, talk, all would be better at least, making some sense out of what i still feel.