Say that you wore
a borrowed smile,
and that my voice—if it knocked on your ears—
unsettled your composure.
Say that you wished
the wind would carry you,
so that nothing separates us
except a breath and air.
As for me, I found no shore of patience
to anchor upon,
nor saw an end to your memory
within my soul.
I see you in every moment
I escape from the void,
and I see you in every hope,
as if you were the beginning of promise.