a circle…

a circle closing

for now i will comfort myself with
eager reassurances that you will
return. i will wait impatiently.
i will send letters, and turn over
the memories of your words, of
your hand on my cheek, and that
indecipherable look in your eyes.

i will write poetry, and send it to you.
i will inflict it on the world,
that they may know that i love you.

i will regret the wasted days, and
hope you have not taken them too much
to heart. i will wonder what you
are thinking of me these days. i
will not dare to ask, except in
poetry. at least you will forgive me that.

i will fall into incoherencies,
the last refuge of stumbling love.

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