xvii
Anxiety succumbed my thoughts in blue
      Of losing you amid your reveries.
Go, Ravel, but remember the one who
      Cares for you and tarries.

xviii
I shall not hope that one day
      Our individual paths to converge
Me, this road; you, the other way
      Two lonely people emerge.

xix
When that comes, I will write
      Some poetry devoid of rhymes
Promise me, if you deem it right
      Sing me a song about old times.

xx
But if you can't I still shall linger
      Among the songs you love to sing.
If the singer went to see the winter
      The poet's heart will end up hurting.

© REY ADEL APRIL 22, 1991