during the fifth

February 19, 2015

during the fifth
anniversary of your
passing, we were
and were no longer
residuals. i didn’t
say anything, you
didn’t say
anything, but our
bodies sighed
infinitives –
to live, to live,
to touch, to
endure –
nothing
so finite
.
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