You Left Leaving

I love thee
though you are gone
Now, free to wander.

I love thee
praise the restless seas, a destiny's misfortune
fleeing into arms of embrace
(Salty taste left on my mouth)

I love thee
poetry from a land you left
translate in each glance
(Stroking dry fingers on perfumed skin)

I love thee
a tone too dark to be greeted
I stand in the church without you
(Grasping a photograph and creased letter)

I love thee
youths dye rocks with your blood
head under steel toe boot, tattoos identity
(Waiting for that phone call)


Dina Kafiris

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