Where is your smile, your face, wrapped in the peach-colored roses and white blankets of youth?
Have we lost it?

Where you once were, there is a drop of tear from each of us.
An indefinite resolution, a short relief for remembrance.

Moonlight reflects from the tip of your nose and from ours too
as we sit under the tropical moon, wishing for more time together.
A dark breeze let by our bodies and confined us with awe.
But our eyes begged the stars to call our names too.

We were the night and you were dawn,
the waking light of our solace.

Where you once were, there are teardrops from all of us.
A chant of grievance, a slow sinking to the ground to reach for your trembling hands.
*I still want to hold them.