they are crying, somewhere
miles away, and it has nothing
to do with you;
if you knew, would you care?
there were pebbles wedged
into the sole of your shoe
yesterday--
tiny and grey like beads
your feet bled, and you
paused
you were still, then
you kept walking on
disappear into the distance
and it slips through
your fingers as if you were
far too awed to hold it tight
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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)