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the morning blushed as i sat remembering you.

Do you understand
what I mean
when I say
that most people
never live
their lives?

I catch my reflection in the window
as daffodils scream under the weight of the sun
and I notice
that I am old
and the light I used to see
glimmering there
in the moist well of my eyes
is absent
 
and I realize
that I have finally grown
dull
 
whatever it was
I used to see
hiding there
behind my eyes
I know
it
has left me

It happens:
A mutual friend
will say your name
 
and all at once
the memories
bloom
 
and I am overtaken
by visions
 
of jaguars
and funerals
and teeth
being pulled

I am out here
on the ragged edge
of myself

and I can see
that a day is coming
when all the color
will be bled
from this world

when all the kisses
all the drinks
all the simple acts of kindness
will be useless

and all the smiles
and gentle eyes will
dry up

and a loneliness
wider than the sea
will spread
over everything

and I will call out
your name

and nothing
will answer
me