in splinters

all the days you were in that other continent,
did you experience days
when time was filled with air
and the air filled your lungs
and you felt choked on it forever?

did you
dream
of a time when
maybe you and i would meet again

we would look into each others eyes
and you'd tell me everything is forgotten
and forgiven
because nothing else
but what reflects
in these eyes matter?

my days turn out like that now--
i dream of a time when this exile will be over
and then, maybe you will hold my hand again and say
we will always be like this