There are some mornings between
waking and the weather report
when thinking of you brings scarcely
a twinge; I can even begin
to hallucinate a world in which
it is possible to forget
how to love you. The day drones
on; by nightfall the stars rise
beyond my reach and I have become
lucid enough to mourn
having never gone with you --
not even once.

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