You reached for me
on a grayish day
one October.
The world rushed
and fell down
around us,
but we were immune,
enfolded in our cocoon
of exhilarating newness.
You transformed me there.
Held my heart
with steady hands
until it opened,
and ignited
with sugary whispers
and deep midnight kisses.
I'd like to hope I transformed you there too.
Oh, that we could have lingered
in that haven
forever....
But the world beckoned
and awaited.
There was a life
to be created.
We left our solace,
and became one
with the rushing
and the falling down.
The path has
been long, but
have we traveled
so far?
Could we find
our way back there,
together ?
I know we can't stay,
but what would you say,
if I reach for you
some grayish day
this October?