I know that you will slip away from me.
In the long twilight, walking steep roads
Dust in my shoes between my toes,
I pick the wild lavender,
The memory of your eyes not so clear,
Not so clear at all.

I look up to the mountains,
But I despair.
The sun sinks lower
Inch by painful inch.
Soon it will be night.

Now in the darkened spaces,
I weave a wall
With stems of wildflowers,
Shells from the sea,
Strands from my wild hair.

I enclose myself within,
Wash myself with tears,
Drink air,
Sleep Saturn in the southeastern sky.

I will be alone.
I will let no one find me.
I will be silent.
I will not need.

Not ever
Will I need.