I could simply tell you – I love you,
or that poetry exists because you exist,
that my silences and my kisses travel,
in the summer breeze caressing your face,
in the cold winter rain,
to reach you,
Night and day.
But just in case, you’re wondering,
or feeling lonely,
the next time you see a sunset,
or hear the distant sound of a seagull,
smell the ocean,
close your eyes,
Whisper my name,
to the quivering earth.
- With love, to my bb-