I was a little light in your window
melting into the glass
You heard a voice - perhaps it was me
saying, "Forgive me
for what was broken without any real reason."

And you were there with me
your scent remained in the air
like a dream that refuses to fall asleep
I swallow the silence
like a child who longs to know
what the end of the world is

My skin remembers you
like a wound that never heals
The heart - a factory of guilt
plays a cracked prayer

Light falls on my room's floor
cutting lines of truth through me
I still hold the shadow of you
burning slowly
never truly going out

There are places within me
that God forgot to extinguish when he left
There, you still burn
not as light
but as a soft soot upon the heart

I try to pray
but the prayer melts
only silence answers me
its scent - ash and incense

Once, you knew how to touch me
between the words
Now I touch myself
like a blind woman caressing
the wall of a temple that has fallen

And I suddenly understood
even in ash
there is the scent of a garden