I shall miss you.

 

I fell as an angel of death

into your desolate heart

and listened to the beats, hypnotic —

like the sound of a foreign army retreating into the hills.

 

A moment of feeling,

like coming home

to a past that was as empty as the spirits

hovering on my breath.

 

The war was over,

or so we thought.

 

Too much was lost the day we discovered each other.

 

The night was cold,

like money glittering in my pocket:

a single agent

shadowed by the stars.

 

I no longer belong

here — questions

linger without truth.

 

Let me remember the moments shared

in this asylum

as I wander the desert,

searching for the place I left you.

 

reconstruct:

language

emotions

faith

 

I knelt in the shadows of the tree,

reading the names of innocence,

weeping.

 

Another time or place, perhaps

we will be perfect again.

 

Goodbye my friend,