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I turn indignantly towards
a tremulous room
and one by one
the ants resume
their impervious,
earth-bound march.
–
I am a solitary migration,
a winter broken in two
by the horizon.
Pauses yield to silence
and silences to rooms
thick as oil.
It is within these
volatile constructs
that my heart pretends
to sleep.
–
I miss you,
the dull, windowless ache,
the effervescence,
the sudden creak of a smile
falling into place.
I tug at your coat
as you walk away
but it is as all things
only air.
–
Somewhere a door closes
and the sudden shock
is as obvious as gun fire.
I have to let you leave sometimes
but it hurts enough to kill.
–
There are days when you love me
and days when you don’t.
I am never sure which day it is
but I am sure of the uncertainty
that moors my breath
and of a love that is
its own special kind of loneliness.
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