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

I tried
to paint the sun and realised...

We laughed
Until we forgot...

Your voice was like the autumn wind,
warm and soft – soft enough to melt into tears...

crying
weeping...

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

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

In the dusty yards of the loved ones' graves,
So many, in departure, smiled, cried, and waved...

When I’m not chasing my own tail
round and round...

In the times we met,
We would always stay silent...

Upon time, but only once,
On a snow-white winter's day...

How are you?
I hope you’ve been well...