she can never leave..
places we love exist only through us,
space destroyed is only illusion in the constancy of time,
places we love we can never leave,
places we love together, together, together,
and is this room really a room, or an embrace,
and what is beneath the window: a street or years?
and the window is only the imprint left by
the first rain we understood, returning endlessly,
when you go, space closes over like water behind you,
do not look back: there is nothing outside you,
space is only time visible in a different way,
places we love we can never leave.
from places we love
ivan v. lalic