The ember fanned

I had with you a hearty contact

In the audio medium,

Running over minutes,

And I was fully charged.

We enlarged it to engage each other

By speaking much nonsense,

Save the one from which I discerned

That you were eager to see

Me on some pretext

In your campus as before,

And that you granted me a boon

To see you at your den. Enough.

I am living, not dying.

26.01.2001