The unending departures
and arrivals of shadows

upon the flat surface
of your palms, the unwritten

paths and streets leading
to the same spaces

where missing was leaving
was welcoming was nothing.

exploring the echoing voice-
over all knew what you are: stranger

than faces passing by. In paces
as fast as the disappearing

past. Half an hour ago,
they announced a delay

of a flight, when the wind was still
better, the clouds grey, the sun

all witnessing from afar and wide
the panorama of the sudden

breaking of glass, of promises.
No wonder how hellos

were never meant, how hollow
the word lands: farewells.


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