24 November 2012

hands

i miss you
as much
as i miss myself

though i know i must
come back to
me
before i
go back to
you.

you didn't lift
the sky from my shoulders

but i think
my hands
 may have more
strength than i know.

you are
camouflage
and proofing time ., .... pause
you are
unsent letters or perhaps
laryngitis/


i've got a map to me
and dry cough to you.



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