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I miss only you
the force at which
such a feeling
assails me
is the very dirt in
the dusk of
my most private
desperation
my thoughts
know no other
only the lost elements
of your particular visage
through craters and chasms
my preoccupation has rolled
crawling to a jagged halt
somewhere at the feet of
of this empty week
I cajole my lackluster spirits
with silent self commentary
like
oh, he's just working
and that poem he wrote
for some other woman
meant next to nothing
was just words in his mind
that filtered into his brain
but even to my own ears
such repeated lament
falls slightly lame
I fear that
until the moment
we are live in
each others company
again
I shall ever remain
in the prison of
your memories
thankfully
though
the two poems sent
to me
greatly assuaged that
fear
and tucked my
disbelieving tears
a tiny bit closer
to the hollow of your
neck
and it is there that
my love waits for
you
to blossom the garden
of my heart
with the foundation of
your gifted life
as together I know
with your spade and shovel
and my soil and gloves
we will become
a rose garden
all our own.......................
(March 156 2010 1226am)