I put away my best apparel. I keep it for my days
With you. I store the snapshots of my better smiles in boxes.
In shells, I hide the vertigo of the Atlantic Ocean.
Without you, I'm not here. Transparent, I just anticipate
Myself. Through me, your shadows slide to the future from the past.
No present left, I only have the power of refusal,
The forces of restraint, the dogma of reserve. Translucent,
I put away my best apparel, away my better smiles.