He turned left

Towards Alexandria

Leaving no option but for me

To head to desert hell

I spit out sand still... to this day

Despite foreclosure

And my words confined to landfill

Love (what there was of it

By way of him

By way of Alexandria)

May one day be exhumed

And marvelled at

Love (mostly imagined partly real)

May one day tear up eyes-

If tears are still around then

Would that a single piece

Survives the rot and

Picked up by a young girl

Clutched to her breast

(Because she understands

Our meaning)

Would that she spies my footprints (words)

Before the next dust (refuse) dump

Hides them completely

From her heart

And her beginning