February 25, 2016

Afternoons were sweaty and warm
It’s why I slept in my underwear
Yet it was never too warm
To drape an arm about you
While you lay next to me
Like I cloud I could safely crash into

How persistent I was
In holding you so close by

Like gluing myself to you
So I’d feel a distinct absence
And know the exact moment you left

Did I always suspect?

Or perhaps I happily imagined
That in holding on to you
Even in my sleep
I could capture and forever keep
The whole of you neatly tucked
Within the tiny arc my arm made

Strange too
How natural it was
Cuddling you like that for years

For years
And yet now…

Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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