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I miss you in waves

whether tidal or miniscule

still they come

water fortresses bearing down on me

in great and small rushes

guided by that cocky moon

yet

in this conflicted moment

I know

its your soul

that is such moon

but only for me

and were it not for death

tomorrow could not hold over my head

such an unfair fee

death of my own

in exchange for

eternal peace of mind

well then

I think today I will carry

my little jar of tears

just a little farther on

as I have great use yet for

such vehicle as

this divine life

even if it must be lived

without my you

ever the wonder

there

among the clouds

of my aching heart

Melissa

(written March 21, 2004 320 am)