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| Your mind -- chambers. My mind, locked in open rooms. I could see you, felt skin of your hand on mine -- so good the day we climbed, took outdoors. Oxygen couraged lungs. Leaves on trees spatially hung as I clung to rock. Your hand lead me along, up. Memory recalls you were not at the summit our first year. I yearned only one peak in a calm tree stand where your heart and mine went separate ways, year two. Clouds dimmed my house, guarded your fort stormed by another, marking long trails alone before year three. One last time we meet, no mountain in view. No man you once knew. Familiar touch of a gentle hand on my skin startled. My heart found its chambers in a divided room, splintering. My eyes did not dare view what once hoped true. Absent of mind to conceive we climb heights I feared, your face faded to the clouds -- dark all the days, but bright leaves twirling, soft skin now air, as my chamber becomes a fortress of lost leaves, collecting. And, there's you in my nights, shimmering behind a wandering moon. 10.20.20 45 lines, free verse 11.11.22 re-edited/re-envisioned, finished, made public I don't know how to title this yet. But want to say something the poem intentionally leaves out: year two. |
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