On the Grace of Departure

While you were still here:

silence.

I wish it were raining now,

and night all morning,

and you were here.

Thank you for saying more than what is said by the face.

Thank you for letting me follow you, following nothing.

Thank you for your beauty.

Thank you for the aberration of light.

The greatest love is indifferent;

the heart is nowhere, then found.

Thank you for remaining here.