I pick you from behind a petal of a sun-flower
Just to lose you again
In an instant
The infinitesimal of a blackbird spreading its wings.
I can feel you wispering
From behind my left ear
You add and substract
The years and months and days we didn’t say I love you
My patience died
And I am becoming one with your memory
which lies under the Sun
as a cloud winking at me from behind the Moon.