Anxious!

It is cold there is no shelter here no cave, no tree, no plant. In the wasteland of today and now: we are alone. We come toward each other: two bewildered skeletons in rags. I throw my arms around your neck I weep. You press me to your heart you weep. I will build a house with whatever object I find. The lovely morning will laugh through its windows the clear blue sky will be seen bright lights will dance on your silk clothes. Will you fight with me again then? Like yesterday? Will you then forget, will I forget, that the rose garden gave its hand to the storm and was uprooted suddenly...