Missing You
Monday November 27th 2000, 11:28 am
Filed under: Poetry

I feel you slipping from me before you
Arrive, here briefly we will love, then like
Random cosmic dust, will disperse and strew
Drawn back roughly in place, you a string kite
I cannot secure you as definite
No leaf on September tree is secure
You will leave, yes, this we do know, we fight
Even as you pack, I become unsure
Pain forecasted, I will cry, you will leave
There is nothing beyond we can promise
We will feel torture again, no relief
Except our sweet telephonic nimbus
So swaddle me in your brief native love
Making my desire for you furtive

November 27, 2000

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