ALMOST...

I almost saw you... I felt you as I've been feeling you for the past year, surrounded by that inexplicable aura, that makes me shiver... I knew you where somewhere close to me... as I have known it the night you stopped in front of my house, as I have known it, the day I crossed the street in front of your car... I can feel you inside every dream of mine... inside every fantasy, inside every rain drop that falls over... That invisible wire that links us, indestructible, just like our own thoughts, makes me know how far far means to you, makes you know how beautiful beautiful is too me... How can two people that have never stood in the same place see things just the same? How can we feel things just as we where in the same spot at the same time? I keep thinking that ours is the story of Beauty and the Beast... Or the one of The Ghost at the Opera... just without the meeting... just without the actual breathtaking moment when you realise you breathe the same air... you look at the same light... you feel the same wind and raindrops... I almost see you... when as a matter of fact I have seen you face in the face of every man that has ever walked by me... I can almost hear your voice... when actually I have heard you whispering words in my ear in a thousand other whispers... I can almost feel the scent of smoke, of dust and of rain that has to be trapped in your hair... when in fact I have felt this traveler's perfume evereywhere we have ever been... both of us... or just one of us... But most of all, I can almost feel the touch of hands on my cold body... as if it had happened a thousand times before...
I know one day... I will almost say good-bye to you... just almost...
A.