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Missing you I find the soft
darkness palpable, humid
lying across my eyes until those stars,
tiny pretenses of light, refuse to audition,
I think momentously,
but words escape their shape
residing instead behind those days
when my hand reached, found yours.
It is so simple, the gesture of being human
and utterly impossible to perfect.
We lean across our shadow
counting out its form in grains of sand
the wind chases into night.
That desert, there, where I first lived
before you, opens again
and only the cold moon shoulders
my message of love.