damn if the sky wasn’t blue today
and the sun lemon yellow
and the clouds cotton puffs.
How can that be
when I’ve just discovered the inherent pleasures
that swell when I don’t hear your voice?
Abrupt, this turn of events
like an unresolved chord
that hangs there, suspended –
the tension of its rope amplified
by the weight of the absence of your body.

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