I saw the seasons in you
there in the tracks of moon
this is how I remember:

from girl
   to woman
            
                     lover

Like a journey of layers
the seasons weaved baskets
where blind love tossed words
 
I felt all that I could feel
your impassive eyes  
like two dark birds

Far beyond, years later
this emptiness, a hole
set in place

appearing then disappearing
like a watermark
stamped on memory