I never took your body for granted.
Now as it is constantly missed, it at times
appears, at rest in the room; sun-muscled
and warm, configured by my stray
illumined thoughts of how a body calls
in the dark where absence has its harbor.
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When something ends, it is the body that we miss the most.
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I like your Author's Note.
Very effective. *
Enjoyed this quiet, understated insight.*
Inspired, this: "...the dark where absence has its harbor." *