For you
we stand
arms out
reaching grasping
longing missing
crying howling
through holes
in the air
where you
once stood.
Our hands
hang empty
at the ends
of our arms.
The piles
of ideas
words papers
maps charts
essays books
ink blots
chalk dust
false starts
brave conclusions
our connections -
these piles
tip over
topple scatter
pour out
spill splatter
bleed and
we stand
arms out
hearts falling
faces closing
bones showing
skins hiding
knees knocking
wishing wanting
reaching grabbing
for ghosts
shadowy impulses
of you.
Seconds days
years eons
click fly
tumble by
until finally
we are able
to stand
arms out
letting you
go.
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