It was 9 in the morning
And a stranger took me on a walk
On the beach.
It was cold
So he offered me his jacket.
I flinched
At the sense of his hand
Brushing my shoulder
As he got me warm.
It felt like home... .
We were talking about the stars, the moon
Even if we knew it would end up soon.. .
I never saw him again
But the chemistry between us
Was so strage...
Even foreign.
Until he showed up at my door
On a lovely day of spring
And all the birds would start to sing.
He got me into his strong arms
Whispering in my ear:
,,I hope you didn't miss me too much, dear! ,,
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