When I miss you
I become so small my body
could fit into the heart of a
sea bird begging salt with
its pulpy tongue. 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.
Keep me close in your heart like
the beating of a rhythmic railway
traveling snow covered alps
or the black tar of far off foothills.