KIWIPINAY






wait
your tired arms must rest
let this moment pass
wait until the morning
close your eyes and let me see
who you used to be
left without a warning
if ever was a soul that longed to fly
if ever was a heart that longed to bloom
if ever was an angel, it was you
so close your eyes and say goodbyeJanis IanWhen Angels Cry

And we met. After years of pouring our hearts out to each other behind cable and static, in the anonimity of faces unknown, pledges of loyalty to a stranger's image inscribed in a picture, we finally met.

And we told our stories. To ears hungry for the reassuring imperfection of our tremulous voices, telling each other how human we both were after all, that we were real, and we were here, really here, face to face.

And we hugged. Finding warmth in the arms of one we thought we knew, now really knowing, wanting to know still. A hug for all the times that we've punched our keyboards to the cadence of a tear falling, or a smile hinting on our lips, the words of a prayer said for each other, of hearts that felt how the other feels. A hug that would leave us wanting for more, knowing that the wanting will not stop in that embrace, that the wanting will have to linger...

Until next time.