She's not here and oh the difference to me!
A thirst it sometimes takes me now
To remember summer thoughts of her:
Her eyes dripping the cool blue of happiness
Into my parched heart.
I see her now in every long womanleg
Striding from me; why did she have to go?
Ice cold this desert heart of mine
I left her cool breeze a year behind.
Summer nights I now spend sweating on my sheets
Wondering what happened to immortality.
(A breeze, she came, then left, blowing off
The candle I held to her face.
And now it is dark, where is she?)
--Shyam.
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