You Left, But...

I was not visible in your eyes. Between us hundreds of curtains of distance; and the curtain of night and the curtain of tears... I was not visible in your eyes like a wild weed grown in a plot of land far from you; on which not you but the wind scattered the pollen of your flower. Bearing fruit from you far from you invisible in your eyes. Invisible in your eyes when you left. Invisible in your eyes when you took root in another land. Invisible in your eyes when when your flowers grew and blossomed on my lonely stem far from you in my heart in a land that was invisible in your eyes, a land that did not exist! But I existed – longing for you thirsting for you – hundreds of veils between your eyes and my hand had risen up; and the veil of time and the veil of words... Along the line of time you went forward. You left and invisible in your eyes was the trace of your steps – behind you – pools one after another catching the occasional rains in the sands and the growth of desert flowers with the whisper of eternal peace step by step behind you. They were not in vain, your steps in the sands; and "the past" was not in vain. It was not in vain, my longing and my love, only it was invisible and I was...