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for a.s.k.
i miss you as you ascend at right angles
into some imaginary plane, each photon
that once kissed your skin loosens,
lighter from my eyes, beyond,
beyond
(and i know, or,
at the very least, suspect
that someday you will
disappear for good.)
there are enough echoes
of you still that i might
try
to tie them all back
into a flesh and blood girl,
smiling,
ghost over ghost, bound,
until you are corporeal
again
each memory is a jewel
in its own right, and you
were the sparkle running through
tying them together
still something, even as
you stretch into
some uncountable infinity
beyond my fingertips.
anniversary