Sun in my face,
full, I wonder who

I miss when I can't
see anything. Like

you, coming out
of the subway,
or a restaurant,

laughing with your love
so apparent, there

in the sunlight.
I wonder how I miss

you, with the sun
in my eyes and you

as a shade of blue-grey,
shade of death, death-

shade. My heart
in the sun, aside.

11/20/2007

Posted on 11/20/2007
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