Vagabond

Vaga bond

 

how is it that i keep on circling You

that just when i come close

this wall appears

and i am here 

and You are there

the ecstasy remembered

but not touched

 

and though the memory alone’s

enough

to keep me pulsing to your rhythm

it leaves You begging over there

on the other side

for me to let You see

my face again.