over three hundred miles
separate me from you
tonight/ free of devoted demands
i lie in bed with solitude instead
murmurs of dissent unspoken
carcasses of contention inhumed
the crystal quiet broken by shrills
of cicadas only to form again
tonight/ i slumber lightly in
the company of ghosts subsumed
in the uneasy feeling that i miss you//
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