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I should stop there

Show me again how to lift a compass, how we learned
to live apart. I will then show how you returned

my mornings to me with every naming.
Loneliness now only a dampening of light.

I told you once I forgot you

From inside, your song stopped my hands
still full of seeds. This is not enough to keep you,
but I fear disturbing him even now.
I only stray so far, maybe the hallway, or the end of the drive
before returning. Still I read your letters in the bathroom
while he sleeps. Light, movement, unexpected
sound finding its way into the open.