Solitary Speech on Azure Leaves

All I feel is this—
I will suffocate and die, right now.

Never turn your tears away—
inside my chest
grief congeals, pools there
until it grows weary—just the way
people prefer to live in memory.

Beyond this sorrow lies the final sunset,
unknown hours drawing near—
where our connection was once woven.

In a stranger's body, that scent...
the taste of wordless arrival
was not easy to come by in my dreams—
whose greeting.

Because of one helpless intervention
my ribs have searched for him alone;
on blue-tinted paper I had written
our most private conversation.