“And so I live,
knowing you are there,
somewhere in the world,
a natural wonder,
irreplaceable,
but no path to find you again.
Even then, the broken is sharp,
and the gentlest touch still cuts.
I dream of a day
when the edges of the glass
are worn down by the waves of time
and the sand of suffering,
that I might find you once more,
and we might sit beside one another,
just two shades of green
watching the setting sun.”