Early spring

Subtly

you whisper

the leaves will give way

to the flowers.

Now that we cross the bridge

I know

I missed the gentle felling of the haar

under my feet

the softness of little words

in my ears

how these pave their path through time.

Across the sea

my heart escapes

watching the sunset

my pulse rushing faster than the train.

I fall asleep

and you wake me up

in warmer dreams

in San Francisco.

Athens,

January 2021.