I have ... you
not answered
on the
that you like me
my memory
to you
keeps me loyal
on your face
every day
my thoughts
my feelings
my sensations
are not flawless
you speak in me
without me before
Your farewell
something to say
I find the way
no more
back to your familiar
I read in solitude
from the stones along the way
Your letter to me
it's a big wind
in me
if you
in my self
come along
in the wedding dress
of a blossoming apple tree
I have not become wise
under your eyes
which my lips
my words to you
let them become mute
You chose me then
not touched
and let go forever
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