he touched her by mistake,
staggering, almost falling off her feet,
eyes soon enough met,
the light seemed like a piece of mirror
                thrown into them,
                                            shards,
a glassy glow,

    that shine you see sometimes in tears,
on her face as round as a rosy apple,
cheeks high to the sky, the lips careless

he could’ve reached out by accident
to catch her, perhaps, by the waist,
- ask from where she comes,
release her like a veil blown by the wind

I was left shattered, yet still hopeful,
Like trying to sip wine from a glass in pieces,
Longing for your return,
Hoping you’d choose to come back,
Like waiting for the sun to rise in the west.

But you thrived in your freedom,
Separation became your joy,
Now, I realize it’s time,
Time to let go and rise again,
For I have touched the deepest depths,
Until there’s no room for more.