But actually, I didn’t ‘lose’ youlike a spark of timid thought disappears, cold steely keys bewitching me into eternalmerry-go-rounds of hide-and-go-seek, a toddler crying somewhere.
I counted calendars, reeling. The thought of the moment ordained,
when out to sea I’d send you, like a sailor lost chasing maps in the night sky It’s time to go father it’s ok, on that day you swallowed nothing but stars.
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