wind, a poem by xu minghao

i do not have a body nor a form. i cannot stay

with you for a long time nor can i live with you.

however, i love you. you know that too.

i do not have hands nor do i have feet. i cannot

affectionately rub your cheeks nor can i stand

with you leaning on your shoulder. you feel that too.

my body is just a trace. my heart is simply a sob.

with a trace and sob i miss you. i love you.

i will continue to do so for a long time.