Seven sixes ago twas a wednesday,
Cold and clear. Life has cycled again
To another mid-week
Day of crystalline air. Standing then in
The moment when afternoon light decides to
Slip towards dusk,
The first time living in that lucid air where
You no longer were, left me terrifyingly, alone.
Yet on days,
Like that devastating day and like this day,
The same astonishing, overwhelming clarity
Suffuses the heavens,
Infuses my eyes to my soul, where you
Yet touch, with soft promise, with hope and
I walk on.
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