When you
were waiting in that car...

This thirst reminds me
of winter...

I've been composing for us
a night...

Your number navigates
amidst my eyes, too familiar, too missed...

You knew.
That's why you reoccured...

I saw him a broken nightingale
with sparkleless eyes and sparkleless...

Dear therapist,
When you ask me...

Tonight I'll put you in
the eyes of an Eastern child and close...

I still find comfort
in the way you run your fingers...

We were right here billions of years ago,
lost in thought, making love on the same land...

I know that now
I should pretend to search for...

The chapel,
the flocks of hoopoes...