Geneva

I miss your photograph

I missed your photograph

I reached for you as you flown to the open sea

Please on touch points keep in touch

I kept the setting mist to set the tale

I kept my love letters for another century

It was a strange feeling to be so forlorn

How you gaze on the open ice open window

Before you leave me out at sea

I will visit your story next century

It was all floral remarks on a floral tab

Back in the day you were part of the scene

In the backdrop a velvet curtain and a caprice

You signs everything with Poinçon de Genève

April 2026

By Aran Meredith