What meaning hath our severance now,
When yestermorn no crossroads lay?
When walls were not as limits, how
Can courage be the price to pay?
To leap across the river’s breadth,
The widest stretch, yet fear to fall,
To drench our shoes, or mask of death
Thou’st donned since October’s pall.
From the old train station’s gate,
I wait where thou dost oft emerge,
From shortcuts thou dost navigate,
As once we fled the law’s grim scourge.
And in the note I penned to thee
On faded ads for strawberry cream
And cakes we never even did eat,
There lingers the memory of that dream.

Marco Delrio

Crossroads