gyrmination

I can describe the emptiness of you

She appears in a saffron summer dress
eats grapes and green things
But I don’t see her
only the absence that is created
the white space serves to give the faintest impression of an outline
Fullness shrinks, and dissipates

I bring hope and possibility
with circles in the sand
She brings the anonymous tide
washing away all meaning there might be

Completely.
Uncomprimising.

Desire itself is left no scraps for sustenance.

I wrote you were different then
I could touch the sneakers
adore the furrowed brow and adolescent books
She wrote it was a selfish vision.

I am a moonlit cloud
my passage is silent
the tulips are closed
Inviting amber glow of the corner boutique
a sign hanging on the door:
“Will be back”
A trace of frost recedes as I watch it.

In my dreams I am tender
and she is accepting
Her hair is loose.
Her hands are warm.
Her eyes are soft.
Her words are simple.
Struggle to delay the collapse of harmony
a goodbye kiss on bare shoulder

I realize as much as you are emptiness in me
as well I am absent in your world.
Though I am there as you pass
it is just the glimmer of an idea
quickly abandoned.

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