Indelible

Dust laden streets
cannot hide you,
and you remain as
an etched face on
its thin layer, dry
and constantly changing
in the summer breeze.
Rain cannot wash you
too, as you dance on
the rippled portrait painted
on my soaked courtyard.
Spring brings out your
latent aura through
its blooming colors
just as always,
reminding me to breath,
Lest I die
in trying to be alive
without you.