Saying “this grave is for you” you put me to sleep one night,
Years ago. Erased me from your memory.
Now, when our lost intimacy presses my heart,
I roll up my full sleeves, touch my naked forearms,
Imagining your face, rising from your night,
Into my morning, like a kindred sun we shared once.
I wake up now and then, on the shores of detachment,
Looking back wistfully at the ocean of love I left behind.
Old soul that you are, dear N., may you live deep within it,
Like those creatures in The Abyss.
While I switch on and off the blue lights all over your body,
Saying, “you love me,” and “you love me not.”
