To The One I Let Go

I told my mother about you last night.
Right before that, I was hauled to the temple
of a star gazer, whose métier is cooking
and dishing out warnings and auguries.

This time, a different spice was appended;
its flavour was one that aroused my memories.
For the first time ever, through constellations,
our secrets were brought to light by stars.

It was revealed our paths will cross once more.
I am unconfident if you still dream the dreams
we once dreamt, or if you also perceive this
premonition when you look at the night sky.

I have not dreamt nor seen the stars since
I shut you out of the sombre doors of my heart.
My anguish lies rooted deep in the earth –
its withered fruits will be dinner if we meet again.