Last night i dreamt of you
the space where life is happening is
like a big recent snowy hill
when you start something
is very difficult to stop,
just like a snowman body or head
a ball of snow, bigger and bigger.
Then, sorry is the most usual word
but you cant do anything
when you make a person hate you.
I think we are near even far.
and when the day comes, sorry wont be needed.