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it’s never
then
somewhere and all this time
i’ve missed you
underneath every soft light there’s something else
here in the morning
mid-morning
i will meet you at the house
on the doorstep
where i cannot remember you
handkerchief tears
understanding, withholding
hearing nothing but birds and
bike tires over gravel
everywhere gentle grief growing and hiding
in regret
hands in the blue, where will we go?