I heard you once, your trembling cry-
Empty resonance;
Softly flung mournful tunes;
Your windless breath
Longing to be inhaled.

I touched you once, your weary lips-
Hushed to lull-
A strange swelling, then bereft;
Brittle strengths, unlocked knees
Longing soft persuasion.

I knew you once, so it began-
And also ended-
An unborn love, hastened away
I have been wandering since
Don't ask me where.

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T. Byram Karasu, M.D. is the author of Rags of My Soul