home

rest my head upon your chest
temple-heart
mine, yours.
feels like home-

less, i've been
temple-aches
with far away dreams
when i had a home
in you.

separation part I

The mark you left on my breast is fading,

this territory has been abandoned.
How long will you be gone? 
Forever.

The mark on myself is indelible, permanent, fixed.

skin is more resilient than the mind.
How long will you be here?
Forever.