quickly the sound comes   shaking the window   stands near the glass sign-   breaking silence   waking from charming sleep.   to raise the covers the bed.   and after this brings the horizon to see abroad   fifteen, waving a flag   hes leaving on it between his bags   packed tight sitting with the thought in his mind   sail waving the sea   waving to himself   "maybe its love" he thinks drinking in the air, the smell is pressing on his face and waving, as he stands there swinging with the trees. fifteen and drunk on lips, the ones he kissed felt like they were her.   carrying some stars in his pocket.   thinking to give gifts   she comes crying to the window   wondering will she miss him when he stood there.