I have always believed
that the loved never leaves
altogether,
that leaving does not do anything else
to be coming home
what leaves
secretly our
always open a window
a fan
a secret door,
swallow of the world
of the longest flights
of snow and fields and cities
there is no human language that does not have
a word to name you,
peach black eyes
enchanted forest feathers
I imagine your small and circular heart
like a blue clay
released in heaven
you're leaving, we know
when your wings heal
and already being an extraordinary point in the dawn
I know we will see each other again.
that is to say: we will return to the verb,
I free you free
Ergo
we love.