I was changed. I am totally new.
The one you knew
Has become so weak and small,
A thread of dust on the skin of a doll.

Her rain – it used to be a call,
With nimble fingers like a waterfall
Stroking a stubborn browny wall –
Stopped yesterday.

Empty tears of wind
Caressed desert cheeks
And spread away
The sand of a former play,
Sand of an old painted stone
With a heart of bone
And one mind alone.

I was a cause, I am a hem.
A hem of light in the night.