Don't leave me, so aimless
without fervor

without sight or sound of your voice

And as naked as I was
your heavy forehead and far sight replaced the old models
of your carpet,

carried you on, to the steps within your norm,
fillings from our two souls passing on like the night before,
you leave,
taking turn, to deal,
like the  rising of the sun,
an up bring to my darkest hour.