Tied to a buoy of familiarity
my usual dock
yesterday, tomorrow again

is it your eyes that promised
my return, not just
ordinary pupils that stared
Into an open sea; something about
those little wrinkles the cringed around
your peering iris
as you smiled before
the rising sun,
a footnote to a chapter

it was then I remembered
your soft familiar touch, fingerprints
that unfolded my memory

you watch me leave,
skipping pages, fast-forward
in time
I enter another journal
of your unmet calendar

the sun had time to shrink
but not before
our chapter has ended

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