restlessly yawing between apparent extremes

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Apart

Morning. 4:42.
We are here staring at your fixed mouth
which hangs open as if you were screaming
through black forests for your lost children.
Was your last thought of
fixing breakfast in the cold frail circle; 
pale, weathered, 
spooning sugar and cinnamon?
I whispered in your ear for hours,
telling you "let go."
Could you hear me?
I hope for love's sake
you heard the gentle calling:
hurried blades of grass, 
windswept chimes, symphonic
sapphire moon soaked fields, 
as the darkened sky received you.
I will plant the garden we spoke of
in honor of living, as broken hearts forbode. 
I will cherish solitude with you. Press my thumb into soil.
Were you thinking
of our earliest union?
Instinctive, wailing at separation, we are severed.
My flesh drenched in your water.
The gift of anointing air. 
New;
Unseeing, but swarming shadows,
calming, as the sound of your smiling voice
grows stronger; I am
placed like a summer's rain
pattering upon your chest-a tiny rhythm. 
Outside of you
for the first time.
Apart. 
For one brief moment,
I thought I had lost you forever.

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