In the crowd I saw you
straight and tall, like always
slower than the others
coming from the train; I
had to smile as I saw you
approach me in slow motion.
You wore your coat, the blue one,
still without the torn off button.
I knew what had caused its departure.
Maybe attraction can’t be told
from the speed of reunion,
from the smiles we send each other
or from the flowers we get.
It is in what is absent on arrival
after a long time of missing,
what seems to have gone into oblivion,
but has not; what has been a precious item
and is now living in my pocket.