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[barkat]

there are a pair of eyes somewhere,
that haven't forgotten your face,
haven't had you misplaced
in the ether.

there are two ears somewhere,
that hear lace being woven
between branches and continents;
turning green.

the thing is-
hearts come and hearts go.
hands caress and wave good-bye,
breaths of lovers lie
wanting only a kingdom of your time.

it's that pair of feet walking away
in solidarity with the path,
that will always jump in any puddle
that remotely feels like you.