woke up at a reasonable time.
doesn't seem like I can sleep
in anymore. everything about
my home seemed emptier- as
if you had been with me all day
and all night and had up and left
at the crest of dawn with no more
than a kiss to the forehead and an,
'I'm sorry, my love.' the sun-porched
city skyline in the distance (church
steeple next to apartment block) looks
more beautiful than usual. I contemplate
how you called me last night at 3:30 in
the morning, your eyes Victoria Falls with
sorrys and I love yous. I contemplate how
we both imagine we'll meet again someday,
how we'll fall in love again someday, how
we'll be together again someday. a very large
part of me hopes this is true, despite everything
you have put me through- - despite everything
I have put you through. but for the sake of lack
-paralysis, I will move on. and I will love you. I
will move on. and I will love you (again - - and
again - - and again - - and again - -)

there will be others, but you have a part of me

not even I can get back.