I would write then, and now I still can

Everyday is a prize
Everyday is a revelation of inspirational vicissitudes
I believe (and always have done) in the ardent light
And the fight of pompous warm air to reach heights and shapes
On
Early withdrawals
Succinct endings
Unparalleled frictions and losses
Tenures, futile attendances

Lost in the fast pace of my life I hesitate to ask you what you care to name yours
what it is you'd like to give me to keep and later own
Memories of you only carry the essence of you

I cannot create anything but quick misunderstandings and 
weak seeds of hope at the remembrance of you

I am not there, as always it seems. There is absolutely no chance to encapsulate my desire, this wish for reassurance and the need for simple love

Some dimensions of you belong to me
I'm trying to meet my expectations with extraordinary impulsiveness
With
Actions that flow over actions as in a stream of non relatedness

We are not convinced that this is what we want
As we are innocent we move with disarray upon the uncertainties

Eventually we'll go back and meet with each other diagonally. In the moment of truth and exhalation a dull pain increasingly grows bursting in my heart. This is it, I regard you as other and lose you in my imperfect calculations ...