The weight of the countless tales

The weight of the countless tales I have told you Is so immense that it multiplies the gravity of the earth to infinity.
Their final, unspoken sighs, Their fractured, unwept sorrows Have broken my wings so completely— That even without gravity, I would still remain A silent dweller beneath the stars.
In every line of my stories, I sought you, Placed my words so they might ascend, Gaze upon you, Return like a dandelion— Bearing news of you.
I have been so restless for you That even had my wings remained whole, I still would not have remembered how to fly.

Even had gravity reversed, I still would not recall the way.
I lost you In the depths of dust-laden roads, In the storm of doubts, In the cries asking, Where are you?
Where are you?
This sky without reason, These days and nights— For what purpose do they exist?
A captive without a cause, A judge without bias.
Your wish, Like a sigh, Endless.
You will read, You will see, You will understand— One day, That distance is cruel, And that my story is too.
On that day, I shall live again within you, And I shall truly exist.