In your absence you are no less tangible. You are
a phantom limb: a phenomenon my sight and mind cannot reconcile.
Stubbornly I refuse to relinquish
the consciousness of substance, of sensation,
of flesh blood bone
tarsal tendon nerve (you’ve left me lopsided,
an adoring amputee).
had fallen into focus
with a visceral click-
Saturated color, clarified form,
a rapid fire succession
of vital vivid vibrant
moments (a reel of spectral negatives cycles through my mind’s eye).
In each other we have been illuminated,
In each other we have been as
newborn stars (ignite and
burn, burn and
cool, cool and
fade) and we have resigned to glimmer feebly from our separate spheres.