Walls apart, we later met
Playing cards, music cassettes
By the pillars of an old barret
We once wore, then as students
Tiptoeing out like we are ghost
Off the refectory late at night
As the rains flushed the droughts
Sided; we stood to measure heights.
I am taller… We both argued
Round my arms you chose to abide
Mumbling, we are crazily in love…
Amazingly seeming overprotective
In the dream holding, ourselves
Filled with roses for no one else.