Today,
I read one of your poems
when I should have been working.
...
All the things I meant to say
Disarrayed by interpretation
Disgruntled machine
...
I wonder what she's thinking now
with her head dipped down
in the fool's gold light,
her hair falling across her eyes,
...
Death sneaks up on you.
And if you're lucky, it'll be like a pretty girl
Tapping your shoulder at a party.
And you'll turn with a knowing smile
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Perhaps I should have looked closer
when you told me you loved marigolds.
I should have seen it coming.
We sat on vernal grass
...
When they reach in to your chest
to heal your heart with scars,
remember me.
...
Today,
I read that story you wrote,
The one I loved but you hated.
I remember how you agonized over it,
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It would be like the stars
to hide tonight,
cloudy shroudings veiling
their pure light.
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It's so easy to let moments slip
Like scarves of silk
Sifting past fingertips
...
Spoiled me
accustomed to immediacy
In those burdensome moments
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