woven

yr woven yr sorrows
into you

yr patchwork
quilt warms me

when yr wrap it
round me

I miss yr eyes

absence itself
is sorrowful

and years of absence
listening to birdsong

while yr voice
lingered in others’
ears

I miss yr eyes

the way of silence
misses a sound

the way years
have missed
happiness

 

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