my love, let me become your ghost
a trust more discreet
than your shadow, let me follow you
over pathways deserted by human tears
o, to reach for this solitary happiness
let me grow old agelessly within the lifetime
of your images that steal at my breath every night
there, in your eyes the past spins, forever, hesitant
and in my undesired freedom I will sing
of mourning the borders of love’s embrace
if tomorrow
you stop loving me

. . .

2008