The London Hours, 2012

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Can’t get a moment
with myself without
missing you
.
can’t understand
the truth by talking it
out with others
.
can’t make myself
fathom the shape of your
days any longer
.
while you are
busy
.
burying me
in silence
.
without hands
and no one
word
.
written or uttered
nor gesture nor
nor
.
nor and without.
.
.
London Jan 2012

2 responses »

  1. This is one of my favorites of your recent poems. I’m always struck by your refreshing use of words and combinations in all of your poems, but this one particularly moves me. Very nice. (you might look at the sixth stanza for a typo, you have ‘no’ when I think you mean ‘not’)

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