Every sign on your body I knew by heart,
every star, every letter,
in their light my movements turned into shadows
and all my deeds into the darkness of the world.
Pegasus departed from the nightstand to liberate Andromeda
and left an imprint of his flight on the sky.
I will stamp you on a rock
and the name of that rock is time.
Now that your light has disappeared from my room
and the wind has released its hold from the window sill,
I don’t remember or know you anymore,
but the letters do and that universe
into which you’ve been written,
that shadow, that lining of the poet’s cape.