You know,
you’re always the one to listen...

Your words,
when they came as whispers...

You know, you really do give me strength
in your fractured fragility...

Once,
I heard you sing...

They said I was born as a teardrop
to evade your grasp...

You told me she died peacefully -
With her lips slightly stretched...

For a reason I can't explain,
I was always so afraid...

It came,
hushed and shy...

When we traced together
the dusty contours of memories...

your whisper (when it made the sky quiver)
was like a lonely dancer...

You held each raindrop,
with its shy, flickering shine...

I tried
to paint the sun and realised...