Love Poem

In the bottom drawer I found a letter
which arrived for the first time twenty
years ago. A letter written in panic,
which continues to breathe
 when it arrives for the second time.
Time is no straight line.
 but rather a labyrinth.
 and if you press yourself against the wall,
 at the right spot, you can hear the hurrying steps
 and the voices. you can hear yourself walking past
 on the other side.Was that letter ever answered?
 l really don`t remember, it was very long time ago.
 The innumberable thresholds of the sea
 continued to wander. The heart continued
to leap from second to second, like the toad
in the wet grass of a night in August.