reflexions

saturday afternoon in Oxford:

the sun,
illuminating all our steps
the past, 
the present, and
that red ivy you embraced

i,
holding you tight and telling you softly
"close your eyes and pretend you’re here, but
many and many years ago, in a different century"

and you
(yes, i could tell - you)
and me,
we both
travelled in time
we almost kissed in a different era
listening to others footsteps,

saturday afternoon in Oxford, and
i could see you everywhere

with me,
inside me
and tomorrow.