In Marginal Notes
how distant you are
your soft lines blurred by time
(the flavor of you
remembered smell of coffee)
The jetstream
your trajectory
my directory
full of empty numbers
Your hands your feet
gathered together
bound in leather
fingers clutch
frugal touch
How much air will pass between us
our heads on one pillow
the flight of one swallow
stand by stand by
hands straining after reasons why
framed lost parted
you told me when we started
when we started