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.