Wednesday, October 3, 2012

the nearness of you

I wrote this nearly ten years ago.
I could not feel more opposite, now, than I did at the time.


the nights I sleep best
are the nights that
he does not
sleep beside me

are the nights
when I,
alone in my darkness,
have nothing to lean against
nothing to touch
no scent to inhale
or lips to seek

They are the nights when
all by myself
find peace

Oct 16, 2002

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