You came and left. And in between There is no evidence of yesterday except On the desk, a stray hair longer than any hair of mine, And on the blankets, the smell of your sweat.

Still I forgot so many details in just a day that I wonder If in another I will forget about everything of your visit? Winter deepens and days shorten conveniently, So that their light may not impugn my dark, So that their warmth may not thaw my freezing.

Darling, when your fingers touched me every prison of ice Holding a cell of mine, thawed and cried hot tears. Remember their taste?

Darling, there are no signs left in this wintry landscape. Where everything is snowed in and everything left behind, Our old road atlas is only good for burning as roads have vanished.

Darling, when I see other eyes tonight, I will see Those eyes alone. It is no longer as in those days, When I saw your sad eyes in all other eyes.

Now if you come, you have to come and not leave So that of everything in between I may forget, So that in everything in between I might see, I still may remember your warmth, preserved in salty ice And keep your sad eyes, as some evidence of yesterday.

Written on 2002:12:16 Revised on 2006:07:25