What does it mean
For you to live in me like this,
To walk out of my life,
And have no means
To find you?What is this word longing
And this other one bereft?I would stand by windows and by doors
And on street corners at all hours.
I would swim oceans at full turbulence
For the chance to see you again.
How, then, did I let you go?And how did you know to enter as you did,
The questions to pose and the silence to practice
And the age to be that made of us a pair?
Is it so much to ask how you can leave
And I should remain?This morning I woke free of thoughts of you
And then they found me.
I am praying now for rain and snow and sleet,
For a new ice age soon to be upon us
In which these feelings too may be frozen.
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