Randomness #6

I once met a boy
He was sitting in the rain, on a bench
And he was trying to glue a red glass fixed
But he was hiding it from me
I once told him
I am afraid to stay alone
And he replied
I love to be left alone
that way, I know who's coming for me and who's not
And that was all of it.
Another time, he kissed me
(and that happened again, many times)
Until one day,
I kissed him and tasted the blood from the red glass
He then told me what the glass was
and that way I learned his story;
it was him, her and the universe on its whole
And then I made a silent promise
I wiped the blood
And that was all of it.
I met him again last day
He was sitting out in the rain again - he doesn't take my umbrella,
no matter how many times I give it to him;
at least, not for long- I thought that
sometimes, the rain looks like tears
But I said that I don't mind- and indeed, it was like this
I stroked his hair
And wished I could show him
everything I couldn't tell him
(I didn't know whether a star was falling then or not)
And that was all of it.
Many times, when it rains more, I'm thinking that
despite the weird silence and the question marks
that sometimes hang over our heads like gallows,
I can still remember that very one day;
I had a long time to meet him at the bench
He hugged and lifted me off the ground before I even sat on the bench
And so it began.
It was the first time I saw sparks
From the fire inside him
(But goddamned hell, he insists on getting wet and not letting
the fire grow stronger, only for a short time,
like sun rays through the clouds)
And I hugged him
And he hugged me
And, for a moment, it was him, me and the universe on its whole
And that was all of it.
That and nothing else.