Poema (Late flight)

Bounjour
Tudo bem?
I feel just fine
Then,
Better.
Beats of a heart and
An untuned guitar.

I'm way up high and
There I smile and smile
Her eyes
The sky.
I just smile.

Then
Feet touch the ground.
Au revoir pequena.

Wine goes up,
Sun goes down.
And even though my artist soul
Finds music in platonic tones,
My head unrest.

I send her a message
In signs of smoke.
Unanswered
Cigarette.

And if I could dream, I would
Of a different goodbye.
She was gone
Unkissed.
Again,
Unseen.