It takes nine minutes for the light of the sun to reach your skin,
and less than a millisecond to bounce into my eyes.
My entire universe lives in those milliseconds.
I live a thousand lives every moment with you.
I see the sky blood-red, nature in a trance.
I travel from Troy to France.
Oh my dearest star
my muse, judge, and jury of my trial
from Tartarus to the Fortunate Isles.
My body screams your name.
My soul aches in loneliness,
from tibia to fibula.
The end has come;
the voice stayed silent,
from talons to feathers.
So many letters in so many languages.
My heart lives in seven letters,
from treasure to felicity.
So many words to say—from tchau to farewell
yet I still miss you.
Yet I still have all the messages.
Yet I still can’t let go.
Yet I still love you.
But things are what they are...
from T to F.