We aren't ours

We saw each other like strangers in a garden of roses. Our eyes danced with the smell of spring while our hands touched the thorns. You tore a rose and gave it to me while your lips whispered the question of my name. You never got an answer, because the thorns from your rose dug into my fingers and I started running.

We found each other facing the water of the sunset. The sun that fell crying observed us while we talked without words and our feeling caressed the sand. I tossed a rock in the water to distract the past to the bottom of the never ending ocean. You never touched my face to take away the cold because your feet had plunged into the sand with the letters from that goodbye.

We crossed paths between the overflow of the city. I looked at you while you looked at the time and I turned my face before I could see the lost time thinking about you on your watch. I continued to the opposite side of the street, like I dud that cloudless morning. But this time you didn't follow me to convince me that the next time you would call to my door would be without rain.

We desired each other when the calendar ended and we fell broken on different sides of the meadow.