Passion

By Garen

 

It started with your number,

then your voice,

your beauty,

the elegance

reminds me

of your feminine background.

As a conversation takes a place,

distinguishing the daily stress

to calm.

 

You explained

your pain and struggle

as the ones who hurt you,

were shut down

with your cool sense of humour.

 

Visualising you,

four years ago,

seems so long,

while I’m surrounded

by a bunch of men.

 

Understanding me,

not mattering what people say,

is like our supercar

travelling down the quarter-mile in ten seconds.

 

I will meet you again,

at the end,

when I’m out

this time will be different.