i could probably say
something about
an elusive horizon
and
shivering stars
and
torrents of booze,
but
to
tell you
the truth,
i’m tired,
and being blunt is
always going to
be more effective
than any metaphor
you can conjure
up;
i suppose
i’ll try to succeed
where so many
poets have failed
in saying,
simply
and
plainly,
that i
miss
you
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