Missing sleeping on him, alongside him, waking beside him, seeing his curls feeling safe in the comfort of coupledom The sound of a bouncing dog on the hard wooden floor, laughing at his twisted jumping around a bowl of food being delivered, seeing his understanding of the world develop, him knowing when he is naughty but still doing it Waking with a normal heart, not empty or heavy Family walking in the sunshine and darkness The endless possibilities ‘That look’, the look that took my breath now given to another The yard, the hands, the ring. The sound of his return That light falling in the room across the crystals My chosen home and neighborhood, the egg lady and banana man Not feeling tired I wipe my sleeve across the pages of last week, across the
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