We

by Benny Rodriguez

What becomes of you
is what is left of me.
Your breath my thoughts.
The tear involves the dream.
As I see light sparkling
in the corner of your eye.
Knowing one day we will die.
Your lips my soul.
Entangled we.
What becomes you
is what's left of me.

11-Jan-2001

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