There are days and nights,
in our stories:
forty days, and forty nights,
seven days, and seven nights,
and only the third day came alone.

If your third day comes,
you are walking home, love,
but if the nights fall in succession,
dark and boundless, come to me.

I will remember your summer- the pillar of fire
is carved beneath my breastbone. Forty days,
my love,
and when the night comes, rest.