The night is a palimpsest
on which one layer I find
your hands and the top
layer, not. They say the lyric
is universal, but tonight
you are bigger than that
and universal, not.
Just like there've been
a million nights just
like this one but not.
The absent body of the beloved,
not here and me, not
wanting to miss it anymore,
not sure I want to.
Blood knots somewhere
in the hidden heavens.
Not seen, not heard.
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