If I press my ear
to the seashell of yours
will I hear the ocean
of your soul
crash upon the shores
of life?

At one

forty
       eight

in the morning

it is strange
how many

people
are coming

home

in this neighborhood

so far
none
         are
               you

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I’ve already lost certain memories
and time no longer stands still
often I find that my dreams at night
feel more real than this life.
Mornings come dim through the windows
and I wake to your rumpled hair

Tonight brake lights on the freeway
become pulsing hearts, beating
in the darkening light,
each pulse bringing me closer
to you, if I listen closely
I can hear your heart beating
in the rhythm of the turn signal.
All roads lead to you
and I am merely a brake light
blinking into darkness.

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Out of worry you advise me
not to see the doctor
not to visit the clinic
not to submit to tests
because worry shrouds your life
two children and two marriages later
you blink worriedly up at the world
only saying, do not conceive,
do not marry.

I am beginning to forget
exactly what it was I felt
exactly how you looked
even how to pronounce your name.
It feels good
this letting go
and I look towards filling
these empty spaces
with joy from days to come.

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