for all memories
from before I met you
when I was lost
when your hand extended
and the longest night's shadows
lifted when we met
to finally kiss you
on a floor when Frank sang
under the luck of a full moon
and roll into surprise -
for works of art
for wonder and beauty
for singing excitement
for bodies
for hay
for the roll and rolling in hay
for the full unfolding of day
on your brow
my face in your side
for gratitude
past tense.
why gone?
where to?
so long
and locked away -
let me love you
my love
is useless on this pillow
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