Farewell
I woke up before you to weave from every ray of the matutinal sunlight a cocoon of our shared dreams; the cities you are travelling to can be abrasive. I have also packed you the vials of memories, of lotion like balmy nights and the crystals of freezing ones spent together. Use them sparingly on the wrinkles of loneliness. On a distant beach when you have worn the light of setting sun, save some of it in your eyes, for I would want to taste its saltiness later. Remember the time when our squiggling bodies were the only blemishes on the blushing moon. That moon is lost. If you find it crumbling over a desert bring me a handful of its spangles.