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a sliver of the moon
sliced and stacked
against the ancient ground

she asked if we knew the date
and you replied
what’s the difference
in solitude and longing

a winking moon
sighed and argued for permanence
underneath our gaze
and you replied
I live now as I lived before
as a singer and a piece of
an old garden

you asked
when the sun was out
for once
you asked
if I could see you
with clear eyes
if I could see you once more
with clear eyes
and I
for once
when the sun was out
I said
I watch my eyes close
and I miss you all the time