Sunday, April 26, 2009

blinking.

for five years you've been
watching me
make a life,
or the essence of one
with you on
both sides of it.
you say you're back again.
I can breathe your essence,
I can taste it and hear it.
but why, I wonder,
can I not feel it?
why are you now
such a stranger
to my perception?

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