Memory is too flitting

You’re gone.

Flown back, away so far

that I can’t feel your presence.

And the memory of you is hard to hold

It slides away, sideways.

I want to remember each one of your smiles,

how your eyes laugh

at each one of my witticisms.

You are my best audience,

realizing the fullness of my strange humor.

I wish I had you to hold

You think it would be old to me by now

but the loss still wakes me,

to a bed too large.

Because you are gone.

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