anniversary

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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.