& somehow you weigh on me again
as i expect you always might.
once you were soft clay in my hands
then a hardened plaster when i could not
                                                             ­            breathe
but time has dried you out
and i remember a kiss
                                         but not your lips
i remember the lightness behind my smile
but not you
                      as you were, are
& somehow you weigh on my skin
dried like dust and blowing
                                                  away
wh­ile I stand, warm in this summer wind.