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surelythis

silence strains
this fitful heart –
as red
the noonday blush
above the pines
where yesterday
the chill

remained
to slow the longing
snowflakes
into leaves
nights no longer
seek
my company

broken cups
and I still I raise
a favored
to the stars –
remember me
a wish
before you’re gone

counted
by the taking
for love
a moment more –
lights have filled
the places
we belong

. . .