I could say something,
but I won’t.
This is nice; you’re asleep.
I push mute so I can hear
your heavy breathing: it is
the same as it always was.
(And is, I imagine.)
Tangible, but
touch is out of the question
now.
You’re not supposed to stay
the night.
I steal the moment; let your breathing
fill me. It is the same
as it always was.
I forget sometimes how this apartment feels
in your absence.
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Written September 9th, 2005
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And absence in the presence. Touching and, yes, tangible.
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nicely portayed presence in the absense.
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