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"Love is so short, forgetting is so long."

(Pablo Neruda)

You are that relentless flap of wings across

an endless sky through cloud-into-cloud,

or a last drop of rain that clings to the edge

of something offshore. Whereas I am a ladder,

a shadow that leans against double dead dusk

and reaches up to a fleet of incoming stars,

which is where you last hid.