How long is this separation?
This silence of time
Disoriented love-making
Laboured breathing
And then your name…
Your name and my lips…
They make love in my mouth
My tongue tastes of wrinkled bedsheets
Every morning
I search your clothes
Like a paraphillic to feel close to you
I touch the walls you rested against
I hug the pillows you slept on
I breathe in your scarves
Your clothes
Your blanket
Your room
Your chair
Only to find myself lost
In the darkness of your absence
Everything that belongs to you
Becomes you in your absence
How long shall I find you
Only in my madness?
How long is this separation?
