I have to tell you,
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong,
and I remember everything,
even your ears.
It is not so much that I miss you
It is not so much that I miss you
as the remembering
which I suppose is a form of missing
except more positive,
like the time of the blackout
when fear was my first response
followed by love of the dark.
DOROTHEA GROSSMAN
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