something

No farewell, no forgiveness, no prayer Will there be. May something keep me From leaving. You will forget me. Or remember me with fear When on a moonless night, In a sudden peal of silence, My name is spoken by chance. Without you, there is no summer; Without you, there is no snow, Even if you stand on the shore, Not alone, Holding someone's hand. I saw how The willow's branches Anxiously touched the water From a wild gust of wind. And you will not be caught off guard When your sun vanishes from the heavens And the dark night rises. And you will not be lost, When there is no one left to toss and turn— Sleepless, anxious, Sick with you. A butterfly fluttered up from a hand, A speck of dust slipped from an eyelash, And something sparkled, Before breaking away Like a crystal cluster, Downwards. From cheek to neck. And then to a hand. Which you shamefully covered. The traces of your own unhappiness.