It's been a long time since I have seen
you smile. The alabaster would
give to your will, the way your freckles
congregated when
your nose wrinkled, like the space, a blanket
scrunched. I could see forever
in that face – even if you couldn't.
The things yesterday made
have broken into fragments
and spilled across time.
You and I were the same
as clay, shape-deprived, and we molded
along rivulets in the deep earth, to crack
in each other’s mouths.
Like a channel through a
light tunnel:
I felt your years as I flowed
beside you.
Anonymously vague – the tangible
breath of you flew away
from my hands, though I held the warmth.
You were a sky to me. And I held my kite on a string.
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