
Your steps are small
but the distance they create
puts me
at the other side
of your world
***
before sunset I had a coffee
with drops of milk
and now
I can only think in
black and white
***
As he walks in the room
my shoulders rise to greet him
my neck sinks in the hole of my shoulders
to touch my belly
to touch my belly
and ring
all the bells
inside
but
he,
he is already
gone