the scraps left
of them fall
without remorse,
as things
of this world
fall away,
like glaciers
calving
into the sea.
she writes
a condemnation
of ill-mannered absence;
he writes
a lamentation
for what wasn’t there.
nothing completes itself
from bits
of memory
like smoke
into air:
one moment
a shape hovers,
then is gone
without
consequence.
(November 15, 2017)
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