Mirror

The rain was arranged
In the long white corridor you walked.
Pieces of you travelled alongside you
In the long white corridor.

Children, outside, played to play
Being nurses, bullfighters and astronauts
And I was just
A slight coda in the distance.

Audience to the great symphony,
I got wet, and enjoyed looking at the movement
Of you, while the scheduled rain
Defined an ambit where
The correspondence between
You, the corridor and me
Was taking place.