When I miss you
I become so small
My body could fit into the heart of a
sea bird begging salt with its pulpy
The scent of sandalwood remains in a
discarded shirt tossed over a bed post
where I return and return.
The clouds unravel and tears rain
down in shades of eventide.
Hold me close in your heart like
the beat of a rhythmic railway
traveling snow covered alps or the
black tar of far off foothills.