Short Visits

a poem by Sojo

This moment crawls
Crossing back to me,
A heavy darkness of yesterdays
Where short lives lurk at night in silence.
Sad houses, and a wordless street.
And an old man
Counting his shells by an almond,
Like a long secret,
Passes one to me.

Then you keep my quiet shadow
Wait by this cruel window,
Opened into what seems an eternal evening,
Until you come,
After a storm on my cheeks;
After a sigh disturbs
Small hearts of sparrows roosting;
After these tears;
After a chord breaks into songs,
To say you are gone,
To say you are gone through this endless rain,