To You Who Has Gone Away

And I beg of you-

Do not tell me how your things are

Please, my lost whisper,

Tell me how it felt,

How the moon dust tasted as it

Settled against the concave of your throat;

How her fingers brushed back your thoughts and

How the wind settled when you finally

Flew.

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