I RETURN TO YOU through the dense
Cipher of my temples.
No one is speaking,
Once again,
A deep well.
I think of guessing your steps
In May.
There’s no rush
Or stars
That I can hear,
Only the far-off sleep here.
I throw my rope down
And beg for any image
Tonight.
The rope returns
Nothing.
You depart.
EN 
MK