wet stones

wet stones

no one understands him as I do

i hear fervid winds in the stillness of his hands

[no one rubbed my narrow walls as he did 

we danced to death's song without any
recollection of another life]

i claim two sighs and a large garland 

but if he's never to return we'll drown this grief together 

wet stones

orbiting restless echoes in a drop of rain