In the night

I wake with the rattling

of the urgent wind,

and think about you

and all you are to me

and all that I would

miss if you were gone.

 

There in the darkness

of my room, lit strange

by the fullness of the moon,

I see your face and the

breathing beating being,

too full of ancient life to let it go.

 

9/11/2016

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