again
the paper cutout of your pain
lays down over my body
like a sheet settling over a well made bed
stabs of incomprehension, aches of recognition
your hands made my cup of herbal tea
tonight
your crown prickles at the dark corners
your eyes look at me from the mirror
green, blue, yellow, cloudy
sad
red
I can see your white temples
while I was playing Bach at your viewing
thank god I was only me
my heart reached over my breast bone
and my lips
kissed your cold forehead
warm fingers massaged your praise
I know you miss me
but you know where I am
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