And all I could think about is you.
You have been running in my consciousness
in and out
in and out.

You and all your detachment.
You and all your wonders.
You and all your fears and ego and denial.
You and all your hidden courage.

You,
the woman who feels life deeply.

You being absorbed
in your ceaseless inner worlds
where absolute conversations

never fall
like
fallen
friends.

Amidst all these shards,
I wish to see you again.
Maybe we can dance on our wreckage
on a whirling stardust,

one more time.