three years and too long

i want my writing to touch you

for you have gone

and these are my fingers reaching out

like an astronaut in space holding the whole earth

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i am the universe reflected

becoming itself

strong and full

not needing anyone except myself

who sires the life in others

who will forget about me

and all i did for them to become them

*

dear dear,

i don’t have much to say

and you don’t either

and i am sorry

that after three full, happy, totally our years

silence is what we share

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you are stronger

than the tragedies that unmade you

for here you are in tragedy

ready to make more strength