Cloudpaint 316

For N.

It is one of us:

As your prayers keep me still

I uproot cacti from the windowsill

Running down a highway, I shed a tear

Shedding another day from my hidden fear

There are so many stars in the air

I left cookies for you in the lair

You run after me in sheer

Panic; separated, we try to hear

One another, your voice is near

We’ll be together again in a year. 

Over the clouds of Central Asia, 2024