Do not weep for me

When the bell toils

The ties that bind us

Are but miracles made by twisted hands

The band around your finger

Is all you need to wear

To bear all you desire

Free yourself from my bondage

Or connect the symbols we share

Touch the rings together

And we'll be connected through the air by the sound of my voice

As I read the postcard you sent me

In the deserts of Kabul before you passed.