my Book of Sand
lean close to feel your breath
to listen to the story of you
colder and warmer music lilting
while green-eyed cats knead the bedclothes
birch-bark paper leaves
strands of autumn red hair
bookmark pages I'll never see again
save the runes etched in my mind
in one of the thousand outcomes
where I'm found without you
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