The Streets of Positano

Four days in, the picture frame is Positano, The falling rain, the silence of our separation. Unexplained, unravelling threads of expectation, This is real, we came undone in Positano. City of dreams, threshold to the lives of many, Ancient streets, supporting the weight of shuffling feet. Lonely streets, wet with the tears of Positano. Thoughts of home, I thought I knew which way to turn, Walking with you, my feet got clumsy and insecure, Coming undone, our truth came out in Positano. Sometimes, we are back again in that passing moment, Beyond these walls, our souls come out to join and thrive. Love was alive, and rose like the sun to light the sky, Once in a life, we were close on the streets of Positano.