Farewell, Berlin—not a word waved loose in airbut the bruise of leaving,its thumbprint pressed behind the eyes,the doorframe still warm with a handafter silence seals the room.Your light makes no vow.It drills.Clouds flatten to iron.Afternoons strike the hours.Winter, pale tutor of bone,schools the flesh in staying.Even the cold held us back,as though the city hissed—wait.Hear…