Elsewhere

By Olivier Delfin

I’d love so much not to have lost you;
I have grown up with you.

The gulf bordered by oceans that separates us
Does not reach the inn where you are seated
Among rooms harmonious and calm.

You will not age
For I speak with you as no other
And you will smile at me in this allotted space where

Memory and dream recompose once more
Your face out of milk and water.