the scraps left

of them fall

without remorse,

as things

of this world

fall away,

like glaciers


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




(November 15, 2017)


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