When I miss you

Even with eyes closed
you are there
you don’t leave me
the cold moon of Delhi
which breaks into my house 
and steals my night

I open my hands: empty, empty. 
This sorrow is very old. When will you come home?
I ask
then ask again

The ocean moves into the cellphone 
I ask, ‘How is your health now?’ 
The line goes dead
The waters leave the cellphone

The ocean is quiet
and over it the cold
full moon of Delhi.