I go down the stairs. The staccato of my high heel shoes Echoes in the lobby of your office. It’s raining outside. I turn over and notice your profile Behind the Venetian blinds. You are not smiling. The silence of separation is stretching between us. The amulet- You gave to me last summer. I was in my blue dress… Your fiery look was sliding down my bare shoulders. I will never be back (I feel it in my bones). I squeeze the macramé in my hand making efforts to forget you, In vain… I brush your name on the emptiness of my coming days.