something sudden hidden
i am
missing you(tonight), i
miss myself.
like headlice or
even larks you are
a bird you keep on
coming back to me
(every spring) but
there has never been
any evidence
of your existence
least of all
in my heart.
i think
i know why.
at least i do now.
you were
just too small
for anyone
to see.
i crawled across the earth
below you,
like a worm in fog
in the early morning rain
(like the smell of fish)
you still linger
in my soul--
empty things missing,
hoping
to be found....
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