snowball moon
I miss you
And the sounds from your
head
The rolling of life as it
always was
Like spinning underneath a
finger
I can see us as children
It is a driving pain
& one of the dearest
things
I picture you
Mostly so late
We gather in the snowball
moon
& not one person knows
me there
This cry I give to God
Tell me why, please tell me why
And I just want to talk to
you again
This wish weakens me –
tragic
Till my eyes close like
your ending
a train colliding with, a cloud
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