A poem

On Monday I borrowed a book from the library, its title is Love medicine. I started to read it but stopped after a few chapters. There is enough gloominess in my everyday life, I don't need an extra portion of it from the book. I always stop reading such books, no matter how popular they might be or how many awards they received. I need happy and positive things in life, really. I still cry too often. What surprised me when I opened the front cover was this inscription:As this past weekend was a happy one for one of the readers of my blog, I thought of her when I saw it and remembered the happiest time in my life. I have pondered over the months weather to post a poem, that has special meaning in my life, but such happy occasions when you meet a kindred spirit don't happen very often. So why not?

Today has been a long day.
I felt wanted, needed, cared for and rejected.
I've said the right things, I've done the right things.
I moved away and taken space. And given space.
I've been where there is only open space.
I look up, down and around.
I saw a lot but still I felt I had to return.
And then I felt wanted once again.
Now this long day is over and my mind is at ease.
I feel happy and ready once again to feel all I had today.

The poem was told to me on 12 August 1994 on the stairs of the Oslo Central Train Station in Norway. By 'the boy'. I don't know who is the author of it (if you happen to know, drop me a line, please).

My days like this one in the poem have been few and far between for some years now, but when there is one, I tell myself this song at the end of such day. At the same time I am hoping that there would be one like this soon again.

Srečno, draga M!