The Other Side of the World

Your body is made of

unnecessary tears.

Your melancholy does not require

any time to let its quiet

fade away.

Your miserable hope does not match

the epochs here.

I wish I could fall asleep

at your command, but pain keeps

my heart from moving on.

Dreams that you have stolen

in spite of the Sun

will not bring you relief,

they will not give you the shade

brighter than the light.

If I died, would you give me

one prayer?

If someone opened a window

instead of a door,

would you run away to the other side

of the world?