DUST

Always when we meet I see a bit more than
I knew
There might be a way for you to stay and for this constant
parabole
of not seeing you
crossed
with seeing you
to end

The perpetuum should be
It belongs
We deserve it
Possibly
Maybe not

Maybe the manifests of you coming and going
and coming again
Are what it takes to move

I see you
You matter
I matter

It might be that those moments of darkness
Are because you are simply not there
Not because I am less

You are not
Although you are
Your shape is gone
It drops a shadow
You smell with void
Forest, Sand, Dust

I hear you
The sound of a dove