you
the thought that crossed my mind
your words carassing my brain
the moment like a deja vu


your breath like the stone holding up the pillar
against the rough storm
and the speedy rivers, you

like the hand and the glove
my backpocket
and the gravel in my shoe

you nudged my balance
moved the earth, I fell on my back


my body against wet grass
the smell of the ocean and the tears drying on my cheek
the farewell look in your eyes
and your voice, whispering
there are no yellow stars