You were a closed one.
Gray and withdrawn.
But a sun was burning (in) to you.
Planes were cruising in your sky,
against two, nothing but tangled
Lines. Your direction: Why?-
Always further away —- from you!
The worst was over quickly.
What had to happen: happens!
Then I saw your light on mine
disc: tears!
And I called: come here! Come close!
come closer, nah! —– come to me————————–!
Maybe you really were already
too far away (like these lines).
And I looked no more ways
in you. (not even the blocked.)
I thought you were lost.
Then the sun burned ours
Just locked it down!
(27.08.18)