on the twenty-eighth
day, the moon will have
finally made her way around
this new
world-without-
you, and the sudden
realization will show
on her face,
and the earth will recognize
that suffering look
and all at once
feel
lighter in mass, in this new
world-without-
you

as a consequence,
each day
will be quickened
by one point two
six microseconds,
and they will put it
in their history books –
and there will be less time
to say i love you,
less occasion to hold your
hand, less room
to tie the tips
of our dreams together,
less, still less.

but it is only the twentieth
day – the moon doesn’t
know, so the earth
doesn’t know, and the
days, they drag their
feet because you’re not
here, and
we have been living
with it
for twenty days
.
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