Only here, through the clear lens of language
and under
the sparkling sky of a new-
moon’s night in a cold month, here
only
-I have walked this far without you—
where the calm chill fractures each isolate
body like a glass,
an emptying fear,
I have come, and stand, myself, abstract
as a star.
All around, in the true deep
distances, the trillion trillion trillion
lovely others sail outward,
each toward its
own blank end-shattered cells in a burst heart,
words waving
goodbye—accelerating
in exact proportion to this moment,
darkening away
down the visible
spectrum while I wait, here always, without you,
at the center of the extending,
memorial grief.
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