sometimes although I can’t
imagine you here surrounded
by late winter snow &
vagabond beats I’m not
sure but know you’d enjoy
Even Jes has dreams that
you never left I’m jealous
she gets to see you
in motion while I comb
memories in broken Spanish
of space whales & cameras
& the first time we kissed
interrupted by dreamy Lidia
looking out wondering if
the dog was living up to
his name Now I find
myself next to someone I
once called mine (though
he never was) missing
the thrill of being a lover
wrapped in down comforters
& flesh softer than fabric
painfully knowing that only
you bring me peace
& never confusion
and now, something from emily...
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