the truth is
i don't really think of you
much anymore.
occasionally
there are snippets:

i will see someone tall
in an enormous grey sweater.
or i'll hear a high-pitched giggle
from a vessel that seems inappropriate.

or sometimes i am alone in bed
and i will be almost asleep,
feel you get in next to me
and then be gone in an instant.

i open my eyes,
and i swear i can see the mattress sunken
where your body should have lain.

but you are not the same.
there is more than just an ocean between us.
there is something lost and it still lives
in the spaces between my fingers
that you traced with your own
that night.

04/04/2009

Posted on 04/05/2009
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