Rooms.

The rooms of our childhood, the rooms of our minds...

Rooms onto the garden,

curtains in the windows,

potted plants on the window sill

the sounds of fountains and children.

The barking of faithful dogs,

the roaring of your motorcycle.

Our time together, our lives apart

the house of our childhood

we saw many sunsets

but we never got to see

a single rainbow,

a leprechaum,

a four-leaf clove,

a dawn together...

Too many partings

and not even one beginning.