We ran like playground children
from each other until only
The blurred image of shape
remained in the distance.
And when you took the CD's
left only the spaces
Between the spines I quickly
replaced them, filled each
Like him, who worked each specific stroke
to severe the sound that fought
The brilliant colored nights and the image
of a handkerchiefed head, despite the face.
This is not about leaving or dealing
with the hollow to recess the moments
Here, the serrated edges of beach glass
gently, then roughly, tumble in the surf.
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