You flew away, never bothered.
I went my way, never bothered
once we were one.

I burnt photos, letters, poems.
But your image remained
as if you do not grow.

I don’t know where you are –
Lost flash of insight; nightmare
of poets.

No distance, no circumstance will replace
your space. We meet, oh we meet
in the now through thoughts and dreams.

Love is a crocodile, dear
one fasting, fasting . . .