Chrysogonus #24 - to the place of asylum

to the place of asylum 

your hand waving
from beyond the departure gate

the image fades to silhouette
in the glass wall

then the soft vibration
in my pocket

a picture came
of you and me

memory returned
of a scorching street and our march

proud walk
for pride

the bruises we got
sleepless nights that followed

telephone threats
we received

the farewells we bid
to fellows and friends

some went to another land
some went to another world

just we two
remained

until a stamp
landed in my passporty

one-way ticket into the light
no looking back, you said

it was from the light
I would call you

I tried
and I failed

it was as if
all lines had been cut

whatever light there had been
was now in our past

it was only my future
waiting