a Reminiscence

It’s a long while back and yet it stays,
how she draws delightful on a cigarette
and drink a glass,
of yellow sparkling st. Anna with me.

Maybe I was on a dark road
at the time and she gave me
a bit of light and protection against loneliness
and the impact of destiny.

She understood me for who and what I am
and much more than passion can find
a way to bind,
I was trapped by her humanity.