The
Road
The pleasant road of yesterday
become impossible today
Trees, Thorns, Thickets
absent yesterday
Permanent structures today
In the road between our hearts
Perhaps only an illusion
Real as it had seemed
The close relationship we enjoyed
could have been just a dream
Maybe only my fantasy
that you considered me your soul
That I loved you such
I thought you would too, so
Roads never become jungles
in the matter of a day
Indifference has replaced concern
The Moon, the Sun
The Artic, the tropics
Why has it turned cold?
Itsuko
also by Itsuko:
Once Bitten
