You Who Have Stolen Me

Raindrops fall upon fading leaves
Now with force, now gentle

As if to measure distances between us
They strum an early-afternoon indigo

Footsteps in sync
I look back on the way we were
In midsummer
I hold tight onto this love
So transient and fleeting

You who have stolen me

This body
Soaked in this room
Soaked in you
Is all I have
As I walk on

Helplessly I inquire
Of the moonlight and wildflowers:
Where does this ceaseless path lead?
I ask
In exchange for your fragance