You used to sneak close
and would silently knock
at the door of my comprehension
we used to communicate easily
through the poem recited in the mind
one day though
you did not come anymore
in the corner where you used to stay
there was a note
I’ve never thought you could write
as instead of fingers
you used to have a conductor’s baton
you wrote
we had never met before
I was interested in
researching interiors
in solving emotional equations
and in the discovery of the unknown
in a woman
in getting close to her
and look into her eyes
to penetrate with my thought
her inner soul
that is how I met you
and since then
I do not solve
equations with one unknown anymore