I would fly to the skies to haunt the sounds of clapping wings
so that they fiercely whisper into my ears:
(with inside out voice) “I know who you are”.
I would fill my being with lots of stars
that shatter my soul with the world’s sparkling torment and
make my destiny ask me: “Why are you in awe?”
I would rest my eyes in the fields of busy smiles
and then..and only then.. let the “missing you”s get sense and
shout (with inside out voice) : “Hear me in my tears”.
I would.. until someone says.. “I’m here”.