As you walk away through lush leaved trees,
I see you come and go like a sine curve wrapped
around the axes
of tall trunks
and flat earth.
I want to call,”Come back”
but my mouth won’t open.
My lips are dry without you.
I’m flooded with loss already,
though I can still glimpse you now and then.
Sun,so high and golden,
yet I am like a moon,
my desolate heart its inscape,
my hands its freezing soil;
I stare as evening comes
into the dark night sky.
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