Leave Me
Take with your hands
what remains from my life
and leave the fires that flared in my heart
and our photos from the last winter
When shaken off the fog from my sight!
Leave me
But let me gather our longing
And leave the eagerness of the ash,
the darkness of the desert,
and the two birds, witnessed
my fear on you
Leave me
But let me stay
On the wings of the clouds
And leave to me--
What we planted in the face of the fog.
Perhaps it rains on the ground
Forest and rivers of love,
Or ways to return of absence!
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