i will miss you like the tree misses its spring leaves,
like the bouquet misses its roots,
and like the paper misses being that tall tree,
losing its leaves, saying goodbye to his flower friends.
i will miss you in the winter and spring,
in a slumber and a daydream,
in a desert or a stream i will miss you.
dear friend, i will search to find the strength to have you leave.
though i know recovering will never been a sure thing,
i will dig far enough to see the summer trees in winter,
to see the desert covered in flowers,
to see a world upside down enough where you wouldn't have to leave.