" Come back to me.
Where have you gone?
And why so long?
I miss the star below your lip,
the constellation on your
chest.
I miss your ways,
how you net butter-flying words
and release them
for others to enjoy.
I miss your tenderness,
the sweetness of your breath
and the song of your voice.
I miss how
you worship me.
Come back to me once more.
Why did you go?
And whatever for?
The heavens plotted against us.
The clouds came and
pissed on our lives.
The smell of charged particles
still lingers in the air.
What will become of you and I?
Come back to us. "

― Kamand Kojouri