Tagged: missing

in the end, memories

in the end, memories
will be the things i used to
collect, missing parts
.
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the ones you miss

the ones you miss
most are the ones
who depart the
soonest – trying to
get out of that one
requires a time
machine or two
fingers of whiskey
.
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i know, and now you

i know, and now you
know, how this will go –
there will be
one week when i will
be indecisive about emptying
the wicker trash bin in the
bedroom, months when i
will avoid vacuuming
one or two corners of the
apartment for fear of
erasing you, a year or
five may go by before i
walk down that street
or head to the cloisters
again, and still, there
will be pockets within
minutes
, here and there,
when i will, without so
many words, bump into
the feeling the last time…
was with you
over and
over, until you become
like a fragrance from
lifetimes before
.
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do not be alarmed – i

do not be alarmed – i
found a bruise on my
upper right
thigh the size of
carelessness, the
shade of meditative
healing, the length
of missing you.
between the corner
of the table and
rounding week
two, it’s only a
matter of time
.
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there are moments when

there are moments when
i don’t want to leave home, seconds
when i long for hours –

tucked into childhood memories,
each feeling fading to an ache
.
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a week away from

a week away from
you, and a week
ahead, i am
balancing the
two sides of
home, as if i were
somewhere
in an outer-
outer borough
.
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one in eight children

one in eight children
are traumatized by
that early morning
realization of missing
the school bus. it
still sneaks into
our slumber, the
mechanical stop-
sign arm, that air
brake sigh, the
unmistakable
national school
bus chrome,
shrinking in
the distance
.
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