If We Parted

I was afraid if we parted On both sides of yes and no, Dreams, will rob from me. Something there, Happened to me, Sad stream from somnolence shook me, So I got up, flick every interpretation, Comes to me, shimmering in - No Over my pillow Listen to the pulse bombing, How it's destroying me, There is a difference, Between what was touching you And what was touching me These long evenings Got off and poured a bitter taste From this the – Yes It's enough for you the tears; sharing my shrine. It's enough for me the regret; sharing your shrine