I REMEMBER YOUR HANDS
I remember your hands
White and strangely cold
As if exposed too often to the moon.

I remember your eyes
black and strangely old
As if exposed too often and too soon

I remember your body
Young and strangely bold
As if exposed too often

I remember
I remember how when you cried
The clouds cried too and the
Streets became awash with tears

But times has passed since then
And a lot of people
Have crossed over the bridge
a faceless throng

But time has passed since then
a lot of young men
have swum in the water
naked and strong
but time has passed since then
a lot of water
has flown under your bridge.