Before I leave
for long,
I will trace us
with my fingertips.
I will root my
branches
so far in your
heart,
that it won't
beat
without me.
And after all the
nervous waiting ends
and the busy bartering
of tales subsides,
we will walk
again,
down the
streets
that we always
do and
talk about the
next riddle,
the next big
hurrah.

e.campagna