Here and there

There:

The sun-setting and withering flowers

Sigh. 

They whisper my names from across your courtyard.

   Here:

The plastic flowers adorn a flower vase

Dirty.

They wish for your passing fragrance at least for a while.

      There:

You look for me, with an apron on your waist, when opening your refrigerator

Cold.

The vegetables and food inside remind you of me.

         Here:

The broken clocks on my wrist and wall hold time

Still.

Their hands act as the lever upon which I set my dreams.

            There:

The songs that escape unheard from your lips 

Sepia-tinted.

Their notes touch the soul of the deity at the corner temple.

               Here:

Every itch in my body reminds me of places you

Touched.

The burning sensations long for your ointment-like kisses.

                  Everywhere:

Each door I pass through and every window I open inside/

Outside.

I name them the sweet nothings that endeared you once upon a time.