Shoelace and pillowcase

We stood near the water counting
The seaweed stuck on our clothes

You left your shoelaces on my bed
And sand grains in my pillowcase

Still, I feel them when I sleep;
I blink and burn as I dream

Of saying goodbye to you again.
My fingers try to scratch my eyes

But my hands are tied by your
Soul – night-time collects dust like

Your jumper and tie. The Sun
has risen and the daffodils have died.

How many times do I need to see
the leaves fall until I see you again?