i like talking about those images you know.
of the dark forest
and the spheres illuminate our path,
float between the fronds.

they tell me that it is not about love.
you can love one person and belong to another.
every day I repeat it to myself
when the first evening comes to us.

i bring back those images.
to have you back
for a moment.
to tell you that it was all true
to tell you that i see you,
kissing my hand again, beside the dark.

Step by step, you disappear.

Hold on to the rough bark. Scratch my palm.
Looking for the water source