You request no report of your absence,
nor how it has altered my days:
how your leaving has left me in shadow,
clouding my weather of ways.
Stumbling, I reel in your presence --
thickening, my tongue, as with fear.
I mumble my thoughts in confusion,
in the words that I wish you might hear:
laughing while telling my longing
to temper the full of its freight,
and craving the kiss of your blessing
for which I unbearably wait.
Coming apart caught my heart out,
a jewelry snagged on your sleeve
and pulled back to the place where we started:
that interminable scene where you leave.
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