The vast distance stretches into infinity,
Yet, I can sense the gentle movement of solitude,
Shaping the breeze around my exhausted eyes…

A poem called… You…
I responded to the feeble utterance
That you were long gone…

And the poem…
Became silent…

The poem called you…
Withdrew, to search for thee…
You were completely unreachable…
It only found…
Your gravestone…
With phrases engraved...
''My words were like…
Hanging skeletons..
Left to arouse from the dead…"