empty

That is where I sit
on the shaft of light
that streams

from a different time
when walls were painted the same color
as my dreams;

the way moon tangled in the branches
shadow on dark grass splayed
like an awkward spider.

I found you
on the bed like that

hands that held me
did not let go.  I remember

one
phone number that I called,

again, again
year after year
my pain falling in a silent house.

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